In my most recent person-centred and experiential therapy session as a client, I had the space to explore of how important it is to me to weave my own narrative around solo parenthood.

Over the years, I have often heard from those close to me or potential romantic partners about how hard my life is, how intense, how tiring it ‘must be’. There’s perhaps an expression of empathy somewhere in these sentiments, but they do little to uphold my wellbeing. I am told that my life is too complex for others to adapt to — and that I ought to be grateful for their willingness to even try.