Coming back into the light, squinting. A rough week, two weeks, forever. I have been a bad friend, mom, wife. But I’m still here. Still standing.

Nothing cures the blues like a dog curled up on your foot. Someone always loves you.

Questioning everything, hard decisions lined up as far as you can see. And in the middle of it all, a kindergarten graduation, an end of the year picnic, running the bean bag toss.

Life sneaks in through the cracks, sunlight reaching under the blankets and forcing me out of bed.


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