Sometimes it makes it hard to get out of bed. I hear TJ downstairs, eating with the girls, playing, taking care of them like a parent should do. And I’m up here in bed. Aching with stomach pain. Wrestling with the fact that my spirit hurts more than my belly. And I tell myself, go downstairs. Enter the world. Engage. Enjoy. And yet, I can’t make myself move. I want to wish the time away. Wish myself to a future […]
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