My life becomes a prison.
A cell with a window, with beautiful sunlight streaming in.
I spend all day with my son. High-needs, nursing all day.
My mind is trapped in the minutia of life. I am so alone.
I crave his company, but he is at work.
I dread his company. When he is at work, I have peace.
He comes home, we fight, I cry.
The days circle around like a carousel.
Nothing I do is right.
I meet other mothers, reach out.