always, it’s an honour to raise a child. sometimes, that honour gets heavy. always, my son is the best thing to have happened to me. sometimes, I can’t see clear through the days. sometimes, I can imagine people don’t like these sorts of words to fall from these mother’s lips because motherhood is sacred which of course it is but the suffering and swaying over to the dark side is what makes it sacred and without acknowledging that we ignore the holy descent into the underworld which has burnt me alive and reclaimed my body to ash and bone. always, I rise again and again, as woman, as MOTHER - a breaking of self so absolute you need nine lives to survive it.