M’ana
Sinem Uslu
... In one sense, motherhood was like death. Every time you touched my wounds, that part of my life would flash before my eyes like a film strip, and the feelings belonging to that piece would awaken within me. Alive. I was facing them. Then, an awareness, a new perspective would be born inside me. I was becoming free. And in another sense, motherhood was just like life itself. With every part of me that was liberated through dying, I was being born anew.
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