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The Girl I Used to Know

Posted by Joanne Ma on

  We came across this submission and knew we had to share it. It is of a young woman whose best friend is currently going through a violent and abusive relationship. She had just recently found out about this and was shocked to hear how long it's been happening. There is an enormous amount of guilt on her part for not knowing the signs. She so badly wants to be there for her friend but doesn't really know how. So, with a heavy heart, she wrote down her thoughts.  Here is her story... ----------------- Mama Diary #4 I have a...

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The Question Why

Posted by Joanne Ma on

This week's submission is so powerful that it struck us to the core. It's an honest journalling of a women's view of what happens to us when we endure something so emotional and traumatic. Why do we, as women, put others first before ourselves? Is this a natural thing? Is this innate? Is it healthy? I mean it is socially acceptable and desirable that we put other people's needs before ourselves. But how much is too much? And does it become a detriment to our own happiness?  -------- Mama Diary #3 I heard about this campaign and I have mixed...

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Alone, Angry, and Afraid

Posted by Joanne Ma on

Below is an entry from a fellow mama who is raising her young son on her own. Since hearing about this campaign, something in her lit up. Something she's been hiding for so long. Something that's kept a hold on her. Until now... This is her diary. This is the beginning of her story...   "So often i feel really alone with how I feel, it  feels like nobody gets it.  But how do you talk about it? How do you say "today I feel really alone, and something triggered my ptsd/depression/anxiety so I'm feeling rather irritable and sad".  How...

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Trapped.

Posted by Joanne Ma on

  "I knew it was coming. It was one of those moments when it hits you like a ton of bricks. The moment you knew your mother was right. But what can I do now? I live in a home that's not my home. I'm married to a man who's not my husband. At least, he's not the man I thought was my husband. And now we have two kids. One is four and the other two. Both are with me all day long. I try to leave the house with them but every day feels like a struggle to...

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