My life had a recognizable shape, one that I liked. After my daughter was born, it shattered. Well, it was a free-fall of spinning chaos—my body bleeding and in pain, my eating and sleeping disrupted out of all semblance—until I came to the conclusion that it would never be the same again.
When I looked around me and realized that nothing would ever be the same again, my life was shattered like a precious crystal bowl that could never be put back together. (more…)