It’s extremely disorienting as a writer to feel like there are no words. Lately my brain has simultaneously been spinning like an overstuffed top while somehow also feeling like a dense void.
I picture it like a cartoon mouse trying to cut through a house sized block of cheese with a plastic knife.
Yes, I know cartoon mice would simply nibble. It’s a metaphor. Or a simile. OH MY GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO MY BRAIN.
All this to say I’m trying. Sort of. I’m working on trying and for today that will have to be good enough.
Be kind to yourself. There is no rush. Hugs
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Apropos of nothing, my momβs name is Carole. Every time you say something unfailingly kind like this I hear her quiet support rally beside you. Hearing my momβs voice today was quite a gift. π
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I am happy I could be a tiny part of that gift.
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Working on trying is a good thing. Best wishes.
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Thanks, John.
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Sending you hugs and love.
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it is always enough
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Hugs. I know the feeling β€οΈ
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