This week I've been on the struggle bus. Feeling alone, lonely, frustrated, despairing, exhausted. In addition to the internal pain, it's been hot. A friend canceled on hanging out, for the third time in a row. After a run, I inadvertently snapped off the shower diverter, couldn't fix it, stood sweaty and irritated in the tub and splashed water over myself, got out, and couldn't get one of my contacts out of my eye.
Others have it worse, I tell myself. But this isn't the Olympics. We're not competing.
It'll get better, I tell myself. I hope.
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