I didn’t realise how much a weight I was carrying until I let go of shame and guilt.
Guilt for arguing with my mum in the months before she died.
Guilt for being angry at her for dying.
Guilt for not loving my baby straight away.
Guilt for loving the second one instantly.
Guilt for working while they were little.
Guilt for splitting up with their dad.
Guilt for quitting work to study.
Guilt for not being able to afford expensive Christmas presents.
Guilt for dating again.
Guilt for enjoying myself in the absence of my children.
Guilt for having a life.
Guilt for being happy.
But I’ve spent years working through it. And while I am by no means a perfect person, or someone who has even half of their shit together, I am trying my best to heal.
And it’s not even that I’m sad or my life now is shit, because that is far from the truth.
Community is everything to me. Without the support of my sisters, I wouldn’t be where I am now.
But not everybody has access to a sisterhood, a sacred friendship or a supportive community of any kind. So I’ve created one for us.
For women who are done with surviving. For women who want to thrive in every possible way. An intimate space to share and support the strength of sisterhood.
Why? Because you’re holding onto years of guilt too.
How do I know? Because that was me. But it doesn’t have to be you anymore.
Join Thrive here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thrivesisterhood/
See you there, sis x