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A New Mother's Secret Diary
<p><strong><br/></strong></p><p><strong><br/></strong></p><p style="text-align: center; "><strong>DIARY ENTRIES</strong></p><p><strong><br/></strong></p><p><strong><br/></strong></p><p><strong>27/03/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/27514c84430502cb560e5b2d0687184e.jpg"/></p><p>I hate it.</p><p>There’s nothing about it that I like, not the exaggerated fragility of its body or the relentless, unnecessary crying.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>18/04/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/299ca4a61fcfbb2f608951864c947ed5.jpg"/><strong></strong></p><p>I hate its smile too, and its laugh. I hate when it’s quiet and still. Sometimes I wish it would die, that one day it would quietly slip into the dark and never be found.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>31/04/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/ae011cb8fc314215b8c414c20a44d34a.jpg"/><strong></strong></p><p>Why won’t it die? I fell down the stairs with the baby yesterday and my arm is broken. There’s a sprain in my foot, and the baby keeps crying. I eye the knife in the kitchen.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>07/05/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/b5f2dbd08d919550cfd0f82965216ccd.jpg"/></p><p>My husband found my diary, and now I’m being forced into therapy. I don’t know what to do. That baby has taken everything from me. It can’t take him too.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>28/06/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/f6942a681fdda6c5be3e8c8651e0c2c7.jpg"/><strong></strong></p><p>He looks at me now like he knows I’m his mother, like he’s waiting for me to love him. I don’t know if I can.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>08/07/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/81f986b863eabbfb03abed5d8b5e3e25.jpg"/><strong></strong></p><p>I want to hold him. I see him laughing, cheerful as my husband bounces him on his lap. How wonderful, such a little thing filled with so much joy. A smile spreads across my face. My husband sees it.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>20/07/26</strong></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/d64e25a5ae08be5432871df774880424.jpg"/><strong></strong></p><p>I’m alone with Zach. That hasn’t happened in a long time.</p><p>He crawls to me, his eyes meeting mine, mine meeting his. I pat his head as he falls asleep.</p><p>There’s a feeling that hurts my heart.</p><p>It feels like love.</p><p>A whole lot of it.</p>
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