Why is every day a battle? A struggle? A reminder that nothing has changed. I haven't changed. I am not a better person. Not a better mom. Not a better wife. Not a better friend.
I want the hate to go away. I want to be able to talk to others again. I want to raise happy, healthy children. I want. I want. I want.
Some moments. Sometimes. There is a glimmer of hope. When do I post positive memos all over the house? When will I learn?
How about a mustache sticker on every mirror? Something to make me smile.
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