What is broken?

I walk past women rocking their prams and chatting with each other with their new born babies at the chemist, carefully looking to buy what’s best for their baby. I stand by and watch, I am waiting to get a statutory declaration form signed by the pharmacist for my child whom I just buried, I hold back tears and the erge to run away and hide.

Someone told me recently I don’t look broken, of which I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, well for you my friend, never ever assume or mistake a strong face and front from the tears and the shredding of a broken heart everyday that people suffer underneath. Walking away and crying like a 2 year old is something done in private.

I watch other people going about their lives without them knowing what could lay in front of them, and I think if only they knew what I did yesterday, but this is kept a secret because, these new mums are at the start of a journey, whilst I’m laying rest one of mine. 💖💖

Energy

How do we find the energy?

Continually feeling drained and deflated, constantly feeling sick and unwell without the symptoms of anything significant.

Needing rest, time and opportunity to do nothing. Letting yourself heal, get better and awaiting that moment it all physically feels better.

So tired, oh so tired. It doesn’t go away. Let us sleep forever, give us time to sleep through the hard days.

Having to find energy to do the normal things in life, how? It’s impossible.

Not wanting to do anything we don’t need to, just doing the minimum is easier and makes us only just manage.

How can we be allowed to continue this without the help of the government or the community?

How long do people give you before they judge or call you lazy?

When will the feeling change? and when would we have the energy that we had not all that long ago?

No interest in anything, not having concern for anyone and wanting to do the things the shut your brain down. Why is this frowned upon?

Getting and moving on is only done for other people’s pleasure not our own.

Zero energy and it’s not being restored.

More kind words from a follower

When helping children and families in the face of all manner of needs, Becky Andrews is one of those rare individuals who cannot do other than help and guide anyone who needs assistance.

Professionally serving in a variety of senior child and family support positions, whilst caring for her own three fine boys at the same time, Beck is also a wonderful mother. Bringing up her three children with little external support, she has had to face more than her fair share of life’s personal challenges.

Suddenly and tragically, her eldest son Jye died only a few short months ago. So now, notwithstanding the intensive, lingering grief and trauma which she continues to face day and night—as do all parents who have to bear a premature loss of a child—my daughter Becky is courageously managing the beginning of a new life; the long haul back to life without Jye. I am so very very proud of her.

❤️