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If you ask me, these past four years I have lost myself. I have been drowning in a new life called Mother. It is just like a roller-coaster, a rides that I hate the most in a place that I resent; amusement park. Contrary to its name, I never been amused when I went there, I guess that's what we called as preference. The amusement park I called were marriage life, while being mother were sat on the roller-coaster. Many burnouts, overstimulate, tantrums (the adults one, because toddlers are bad but the worst enemy is myself), many unresolved problem that I just swallow it all because only God knows how to solve it, I guess this is what they called Post Partum Depression, but self-diagnose is not very recommended while seeking for professional help will sent me straight to be labeled as an incapable parent. I never understand and never want to married in the first place, and I fully understand having children are very heavy-duty; the responsibility, the cost, the energy, even your