Who am I to think that I deserve better?
It Is
It’s been nearly a year and yet it still feels like yesterday. I’m still in survival mode. I’m fearful that I will never rise above these harsh circumstances.
It has ripped me apart. I look at myself in the mirror and I crumble because I don’t know the woman staring back at me. Where is that girl I use to be? The one who had dreams and aspirations and goals? She’s gone. In her place is this hard faced 33 year old who’s bogged down with responsibilities that require more than just her best. I didn’t want to do life alone, but it seems that I have no choice. The battle begins accepting that and then to start living it.
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