Recovering Mama

I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.

Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood.
Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.

— Lucía M.

  • day 6

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    Hey there, back at day 6 again. Relapsing seems to be a large part of my recovery this year, and as much as I wish…

    ≻: day 6

  • day 16

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    Hey everyone! (assuming anyone will actually read this again). I kinda lost track of this for about a year, and so much has happened in…

    ≻: day 16

  • day 146

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    I’ll start off by saying I am very grateful. My oldest daughter and I were in a car accident Tuesday night – we hit a…

    ≻: day 146
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