Don't mess with a grieving mother

I have realised something.....I am very, very different to the person I used to be.

I wear masks, have attitude, and very often I don't care about anything. I simply don't care.

I am a force to be reckoned with because I have no fear anymore.

I laugh. Thank god I can laugh. It is the one small miracle in all of this.

Nothing scares me. Fear and hesitation disappeared the day my son was taken from me 14 months ago.

Time has no meaning, my memory is all over the place, and I do whatever it takes to function.

Nothing upsets me. I have turned to stone. My feelings muted in order to survive.

I push people away. I don't care.

Do what you want. Say what you want. It doesn't affect me. Maybe it did one day, but not now. I have morphed, and I like it. I hate the reason, but I like being tough. I like not caring about you anymore.

I will sit your test, face the critics, take the pain. I will be called selfish and uncaring. Go right ahead.

I can do anything. I can survive anything. I know death. I don't fear it anymore. I don't fear anything.

I am anger. I am survival.

I am a grieving mother.

Tx