life without mum. me, just sat there all alone in the car, only a few streets away from my house. i felt hard done by, alone, misunderstood, lost, scared and terrified how i’d be able to overcome this sadness. confused if i was actually crying over the pressure of not making a baby, or still crying for mum. don’t get me wrong, i had people to vent to, everyone was incredible when we lost her, picked me up when i was down, wiped away the stream of tears i cried, sat there in deaf silence not speaking, just holding me as i crumbled. but having never lost a parent, how 