What Am I? January 23, 2011 by sarabran I swing from joy to exhausted despair within minutes. I constantly clean, incessantly question, I hold a million plans in my head and have abandoned self-care. I never truly sleep, perpetually vigilant. What am I? a) Mad b) A mother Please share this of you like it!FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInPinterestPocketEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
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