It came to me why I'm so tired. Worn out. I am fighting for me. To live. To survive. But, beyond that, I am fighting for each of my kids. To have a voice. To know how loved he/she is. To be able to speak truth. To tell their stories.To be brave. To not cave to the pressure to always have to please. We ALWAYS had to please. I am doing it. A day...sometimes only a moment...at a time. We are making it.
He doesn't have to do that. He could, but he is only fighting for what he wants and needs. Hmmm. That's a telling sign. Guess I should have known sooner.
blessings.
He doesn't have to do that. He could, but he is only fighting for what he wants and needs. Hmmm. That's a telling sign. Guess I should have known sooner.
blessings.
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