no one would blame me if i couldnt find the energy to get dressed today. being a mom is tough. who cares what i look like anyway? no one would blame me if i crashed as soon as the kids went down for a nap. they are SO exhausting. no one would blame me for ordering takeout tonight. how can i cook when i barely get a chance to breathe?
no one would notice when the dark comes creeping in. it happens at night, when the kids are mine and no one elses.
no one would notice when i am too busy to answer the phone or text back- must be changing diapers.
no one would blame me for being sad. its “normal.”
but when everything is black as night, and there is only one way out-
everyone will blame me.