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Photo: Briana Morrison As a single mother of two and a full-time student, I know the struggle of trying to provide a family. Especially as a single woman, trying to make a living. Sleepless nights, mental breakdowns and occasional burnouts are nothing uncommon to me. I am one of the lucky ones to have a family that is having my back and an ex-boyfriend (father of my eldest child), more importantly, FRIEND, who has been nothing but supportive. I know several examples, other mothers, some of them friends of mine, which are not as lucky as I am. I see them stuck in, some more than others, abusive and dysfunctional relationships. From private conversations, I got to know that one of the main reasons for not breaking up is a) not tearing the family apart (because of the child) and b) they wouldn’t financially make it on their own. I drew the conclusion, that women are still on the lower end of the economy and, though the term feminism has popped up everywhere recently, not ...

Don’t you dare to stop being productive! Do something, Anything. Just not nothing. You have to keep track. The only known silence is a silence fraught with menace. Work. Plan. Anything. Is it right? Am I wasting my resources? Am I even able? How do I know? Who can tell? Not the silence. Start a project. Schedule a meeting. Work. Work. Silence. Menace. Energy. caffeine. Racing heartbeat overhauls the silence. Work. What is the most efficient way? Am I efficient? How do I know? Who can tell? Silence interrupts the heartbeat. Don’t stop. keep track. Work. My thoughts on pretty much every day. Sometimes I can take a step back and what I do is wonder whether this is just me or if there are other people out there, stuck in this never ending race. The kind of race with no finish line. No meter marks. And without any sense except to keep running. Running. Working. Producing. Contributing. Running. The only temp...