Sometimes I feel I am in a fog
No matter what I do everything seems wrong.
The kids are angry and I don’t know why.
I try my best but it feels it is not enough.
I want to understand, but the fog does not lift.
Old patterns start running high again.
Disappointment, frustration and anger are welcomed back at home
Peace and joy and love have gone out of the door.
I wonder at myself. Looking drawn and tired and detached.
The face of motherhood no one wants to talk about, no one wants to see.
The face of motherhood hidden out of sight, out of fear of judgement.
