This morning I was attempting to wrangle children. Aislinn was pretending to be a horse, as usual, and Shaw was on all fours mewing like a kitten. He's always a kitten; all day. I looked at them and then the dirty, dirty, messy, yucky kitchen and thought, "I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's
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Because you don't just snap out of depression. You know that.
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It's idiotic for me to think I can will this away. I know. But it's effin' frustrating.
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