From Survival to Safe Haven: A Mother’s Redemption Story

There’s a kind of ache only a mother knows — the ache of hindsight. Of looking back and realising that while your arms held them tight, your heart was locked behind walls even you couldn’t name at the time.
I see it now…How depression dulled my joy, how perfectionism became the mask I wore to feel worthy, and how, in all my trying to be enough, I became emotionally unavailable when they needed me most.