Don’t make me laugh. Right. I am depressed. I couldn’t be happier with my baby. She makes me so miserable. I need help.
I do have a strong bond with my daughter. I am the daughter of my mum.
I don’t have a strong bond with her. I wonder if I need help with my daughter or with my mother. I wonder if I have got a post-natal depression or whether my mum has one.
I was three years kidnapped by my father. My father has got heaps of personal problems. I still love him. I came back to my mother from one day on another. I never had help dealing with this on a young age.
I am of opinion that my mum has got a lot of personal issues as well.
I won’t love her any less though.
I wonder who the hell wonders why I am a little bit afraid of leaving my daughter with any family or anyone else for that matter. Wouldn’t anyone with my history be a little bit afraid?
There are a lot of problems my mother says I cause. But I don’t think my history means I have a post-natal depression. I reckon my mother likes me to be the problem instead of partly looking into problems of herself. No harm done, but I don’t want to be looked at as one big problem. If that is going to be the case much longer, there is no doubt I will cause a big problem.
I am the daughter of my mum and of my dad. I didn’t choose my dad. I didn’t choose my mum either. I wasn’t the one who fell in love with my dad and I wasn’t the one who made a baby with him. It was my mum. I look like my dad, just as much as I look like my mum. I don’t think any parent should blame or be mad at her child for looking like the other parent. That’s just a normal case in biology.
I will not be blaming Skye for not looking enough like me. She is allowed to look like her biological father.
Skye is going to be very happy I have kept a blog about her young life and I’m keeping a blog about my life because I still haven’t found anyone who listens to every exact word I say.
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