If you kept moving, you never had to mourn what you were leaving behind.
The strength you've insisted on assigning to others is actually within yourself.
Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.
Inspiration never arrived when you were searching for it.
Depression was a very active state really. Even if you appeared to an observer to be immobilized, your mind was in a frenzy of paralysis. You were unable to function, but were actively despising yourself for it.
successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.