Depression sets in...

I don't want to die without my boots on ...

I need to get back to school...

Virus or no virus...

Am missing the laughter of the little ones...

The gentle soft fingers ruffling my greys ...

The sweet uninhibited smiles...

The madness and chaos around...

I swear...

Every moment is cherished...

Am living in the glory of the past ...

Going crazy wondering what my little ones are upto...

Depression has set in ...

I don't know if I can survive another day cooped up like an imprisoned chick...

I need freedom ...

I need to get back to school...

I need to dance with my kids ...

I need to sing out aloud ...

I need to hug the bundles of joy ...

I need my kids!! 

Every time...

I have realised, that every time I have had an experience that has jolted my very existence, I have bounced back looking more beautiful. 

I guess it's the extra fine lines around my eyes, the eyes that look crystal clear after a good cry in the dark in solitude... Yes! I look like a colourful butterfly transformed from her larvae stage in the cocoon her self imposed exile ... Into a beautiful butterfly! 

Having fulfilled my responsibility as a daughter, sister, wife, daughter in law, and mother ... I have reached a stage in my journey to travel alone for myself now.  I know it will seem a bit arduous initially but I know one thing for sure, it will be a beautiful and adventurous journey too.

Every time, it has in the past been one beautiful journey, journaling which was fun... And am sure gonna enjoy the forthcoming journeys too EVERY TIME!