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Strong Women Carry Baggage (And Mine Has a Broken Wheel and a Body Count) There’s this myth about strong women, like we’re forged from steel and bad decisions, impervious to things like heartbreak, regret, or the soul-crushing weight of our own overthinking. That we walk away from love like it was a slight inconvenience, shake
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You know that feeling when the silence in your house is so loud it’s practically screaming at you? Yeah, that’s my life now. Kids grow up, life moves on, and somehow, here I am—staring at walls that were once full of noise, wondering how I got here. Fun times, right? It’s not like loneliness kicks
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I’ve spent a fair amount of my life feeling like I’ve made the worst decisions possible. I think in a lot of ways, a lot of people feel that way. I could write a dissertation and bore you to actual tears with all of them but I’ll skip that for the sake of time and
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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Strange sensations of pain and weightlessness fill my chest these days. Regret. Relief. Strange puzzle pieces fitting together in ways I don’t yet understand but have to keep together as a seeming forcefield against the past. It’s strange to let go of a dream when you’ve been told your whole life to chase your dreams
I Would Rather Be In Bed 