I yearn for the cage.

A locked door that keeps me safe.

There I am free from choice.


I miss the days when I was young and my mother made all life choices for me. From what I was going to eat, to what I was going to wear, there was never any question about it.

Nowadays I am faced with choices left and right. Every second is a new choice to make. It’s exhausting. And now that I am a mother it is terrifying.

She relies on me so much. She has no choices of her own. What if I choose wrong? These decisions I make for her will alter her course in life.

I just need to keep pushing forward. I am only human. There will be mistakes made. I hope someday she’ll understand.