you standing at the edge of a cliff and looking over a vast ocean, not knowing whether your forthcoming jump into motherhood will end up with you headlong in a boulder or with you deep diving underwater for a refreshing swim.
Pregnancy has a weird way of holding you in a diabolical plane of existence... it has a way of letting you perpetually oscillate between the states of guilt and gratitude... wondering whether it's life, hormones, or just your plain old insanity that is making you feel so unsettled in your core.
"How is it, that we consider it prudent only for the abused to be able to empathize with the tales of victimization? With the right words, a strong voice and the loudest of noise can we not make everyone peer at the reality even through fogged perspectives?"
"Life, throws at you challenges, a hoard of 'em... Some chances and others opportunities, Choose what you may, opt in or deflect... You never know what might that reflect."— % &