I know I sometimes need it. This morning I was going to kill my child, I popped her butt. I wanted to fucking scream and cry. Right after I popped her butt, she cried, I walked away and counted to 10, and came back. I came back and she was so excited to see me, giving me hugs with dried tears in her eyes. We got in the car, the first song that plays is also the song I have playing over my birthing video. Beyoncé’s ‘XO.’ I instantly started crying and remembering that day. Remembering why I decided to do this in the first place, and how much I love my daughter. Yes this shit is difficult, trying, there are times I honestly don’t know how I can do anything. Work, take care of myself, take care of her, literally anything. But I do it to the best of my ability.
You’re definitely not alone, and when you feel that breaking point is near, look for that little reminder to keep you going. It’s around here somewhere .