Her little lifeboat was on an even keel at last and despite everything she was peaceful sailing on the calm waters of life

You have to focus on the here and now. The future will work out itself.

She was their mother, their mum, their life line.

... in that moment I know this is what I must do with my life; do away with the predictable, the mundane, and hurl myself into the unknown.

How can I ever do anything extraordinary with such a mundane existence?

She screamed, releasing all the pent-up sadness, humiliation and unworthiness that had been painstakingly eating away at her like moths on clothes.

As she stood under the spray, the hot water almost scalding her skin, she imagined herself being reborn

My life is just full of broken pieces, no tomorrow. All I can see is…broken pieces of tomorrow.