I’ve not blogged in some time.
I keep meaning to, then I forget, then I can’t think of anything to write.

In a month Millie will be one. One. That’s insane.
She’s so damn smart. And cheeky.
I can’t wait to see her grow and change.
But it’s so fast, I…

You’re so damn beautiful.

Baby, you’re so clever.
You’re shouting, trying to sit, trying to roll and sleeping perfectly.
You laugh a little and smile a lot.

I’m not doing so great. I finally saw a psychiatrist, I’ve been put on tablets that I’m not sure are…

And I am so alone. So painfully alone.
My fucking heart hurts.
You’re not home, your dad won’t listen and I want to cry.
I want to be in someones arms, I want to be held, held whilst I sob my heart out.
I wish I could roll over, pull you out of bed, and make every bit of sadness go away.
I live…