Stacy Morris, Notes to Self

"It took me a long time to realise that mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb."

"We all knew she needed help. But none of us knew how. And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed. I don’t know why. Maybe we were too ashamed we didn’t know how to approach our own mother. So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul. But I did. And I didn’t know how to say it aloud. And I still don’t."

"She knew me beyond my actions Beyond my shallow attempts at happiness. She knew I had darkness And when I undressed And showed her what I was made of She nodded Knowing I was unrepairable And said 'I'll be here for you anyway"

"You've got a lot to say for the one who walked away."