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Quiet Overwhelm
This week started with the imagination of freedom — and I almost tasted it until different issues surfaced. My mind splits between all the work projects and the tantrums of my toddler. I don’t want to admit I’m failing, but I see it clearly: it’s too much. Not everything requires coping. Not everything deserves endurance. I need to prioritize. I need air and silence and the reassurance of someone’s arms around me.

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