I didn't plan to be a single mother. None of my scripts had this line. But when you hold a child in your arms and it's just the two of you in the room, there's no choice.
You just live. You get up when it hurts. You smile when you want to scream. You cook porridge and listen to cartoons, although your mind is on something else.
I learned not to live for myself. And there was a lot of strength in that.
But I'm also learning to live for myself. Because my son needs to see how his mother not only survives - but lives. Dreams. Draws new horizons with her eyes. And I dream that one day he will say: "My mother is alive. Not perfect, but real."