I thought about writing every day for the past month. I was restless with thoughts of what I would write about, more than not reverting to a feeling that it was pointless. I ruminated in the dwelling of the everyday routine – caught between that split second when one emerges from sleep still not fullyContinue reading “Choices: The Haunting of February”
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Wake me when it’s over.
Going through something unpleasant can tear you down for good or it can build you back up stronger than before.