Slowed down by anxiety and depression, successfully treated for PTSD, I have recently left a short yet abusive relationship that somehow brought an incredible joy to my life: a little daughter! My teenage son rounds out our family of three.
I am an insecure parent, feeling guilty frequently and over-analysing everything. I desperately want to provide a safe, happy, well-balanced upbringing for them. It is very important to me, considering where I came from.
Now we're in a nice sunny apartment, and I'm trying to get my life in order, start running my household properly, drag my mind out of the pits of self-reflection and doubt and make the kind of life for myself and my kidlets that I can be proud of.