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He was obnoxiously funny, blunt with his words, confidently himself, and always the life of the party. I could not believe half of the shit that came out of his mouth.
At age 9 my daughter wanted to die. Life was hell, she was in chronic pain, she hated herself, living was just too difficult. She so badly wanted to live carefree like
I believe life would be so much easier if we released half the shit we have bottled up. For all the times we have thought, ‘I wish I had of said….,’
Today I woke extremely early, perhaps it’s the ongoing anxiety of our current situation. I am feeling exhausted. I want my mom. Yes, at 44, I still want a
As he starts to walk out the door to embark on the next chapter, I am left questioning; Did I do my job? Did I teach him all the lessons that I
I’m at the door as requested. Sweatpants, slippers and keys in hand. I’m prepared for the dash to the car. I’ve warmed up, I’ve stuck my ever so patient mama face on.