I'm 37. I'm 20 years from starting college the first time. And I still cry. A lot. I wish I took better care of myself so when I cried it wouldn't impact others.
Maybe I'm not meant to take care of others without a little safe at home.
Unfortunate to be a woman in this society, then.
Irresponsible to choose motherhood I suppose.
Anyway. As hard as things feel...felt...tonight (and wow did they). I'm going to survive. I'm going to find the places where I can help and that help me too.
Now: more lectures.
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