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30 April 2014 @ 09:24 pm

On the one hand: I am tired. I have cramps. I am weary of being the grown-up, the therapist, the voice of reason.

On the other: I am fortunate. I am strong. I am lucky, I am loved, I am thankful.

Whenever it feels too hard, or I run cranky, I need to remember the last bit. Damned if it isn't exhausting, though.