I am immediately overwhelmed by empathy in most situations. I don’t know how to turn it off.
All roles are equally hard, full of extreme amounts of pressure and responsibilities.
I was tucking my son into bed tonight when he asked, “Mom, what do you think happens after you die?”
I need to write my way out of anxiety today to gain some perspective.
I miss not having to think about money so much.
Another stupid letter to my best friend of thirty years.
I am going to see what happens when I stop resisting.
We finally understand what sacrifices you made to make sure our world felt safe all the time.