Why do I continue to write these posts that rip me raw, expose my secrets, and leave me vulnerable?

Because they heal. Because they help me grow. Because it might be the thing someone else needs to read. The thing that lets someone else know they Are Not Alone.

Ever stop to think while hot tears stream down your cheeks and blur your eyes as you pull laundry from the washer to load into the dryer, Is this all I am?

Am I this housewife, am I this part-time WFH/SAHM. Am I this person with th...