Last night I gave myself a pep talk. Out loud. Glennon Doyle talks about how you can't stop yourself from experiencing pain in life, but you can stop yourself from being afraid of it. It was a good pep talk. I gave myself a lot of solid advice. And at the end I was like, "wow, that didn't work at all", and when I turned my head, it was to find James laughing into his pillow.
I struggle a lot with falling asleep at night and it's something that prior to being pregnant, was starting to get better.
I read a story yesterday about a woman who had a child and the woman was afraid. Afraid to teach her daughter to ride a bike. Afraid that her child would get hurt. Afraid of when life happens.
But she raised her daughter to not be as afraid. To be strong. To be independent.
That's my hope for Blake. That she's stronger than I am.
YOU ARE READING
Know My Pain
Non-FictionTo Fiadh. I love you. This next part you're going to have to do on your own.
