Lost Time

13th June 2025

I don't want to be brave. I just want to be a normal mum doing normal things with my little girl. I want to enjoy our time together — every giggle, every cuddle, every silly moment — because I know she wont be little forever. Soon she'll be off to school, and I'll never get this time back. But instead, I'm here — drained, overwhelmed, and consumed by a process I never asked to be part of.

They've taken something from me. Not just trust, or safety, or peace of mind — but time. Precious, irreplaceable time. Instead of soaking up memories, I've been caught up in safeguarding failures, complaint letters, meetings, and battles I shouldn't have to fight. I never imagined motherhood would look like this. And what breaks me most is knowing that she's my only child. This was meant to be our special chapter, and its been stolen.

I'm doing this because I have to. Because she matters more than anything. But I'm grieving all the same — for the normality we lost, for the simple joys that were overshadowed, and for the innocence that should never have been compromised.