April 13, 2015
Every now and then I fall apart
Last week I was laying under my mosquito net next to my sleeping baby totally and utterly exhausted with tears in my eyes. It was one of the worst weeks of my entire life. It was so bad I’m not even sure you’ll believe me if I told you how bad it was. It was sad. It was tragic and it all felt very unfair and overwhelming. Part of me feels like I’ve already full-filled my quota of bad things happening. Shouldn’t it stop when you hit a certain number? Also if you pour your heart and soul into trying to stop bad things from happening and work hard enough shouldn’t that somehow safeguard you too? I wish.
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