It's not about circumstances. That's for sure.
I'm sick. My throat is sore, nose is running like a river, eyes sting, body aches... I'm sleeping on an air mattress on a strange floor. I've been having trouble concentrating on my work. My husband is self-centered enough to stand willingly by and allow his wife and children to be homeless even when he could do something about it. I have no idea where we'll be staying 48 hours from now.
But life hasn't been this good in a very long time.
Why?
Because I'm being honest. And honesty feels so good.
I have hope.
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