There are moments when I feel like the world expects me to eventually become inspirational, and I just don’t have that in me. Some days the best I can offer is: this is brutal, I’m tired, I still miss her, and I kept the wheels on today somehow. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe honest is better than inspirational anyway.
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