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I am in a moody place right now. I am in the middle of tax preparation (makes me want to scream), kids are in post-Christmas detox, baby boy still has yet to sleep through the night, and my husband is trying to help, but I mostly want to punch him in the face.

My struggles are small in comparison to many but sometimes even the little struggles can feel monumental.

I have cried simply because I am tired, because my back hurts from falling on the ice, because I have not gotten my way, because everyone needs something from me ALL THE TIME.

I will get out of this funk. I will find the happy, and I will fight for it.

Normally when I sit down to write, I try to think about what someone may need to hear to lift them up and I usually end up giving myself a pep talk in the process.

But today there is no pep talk.

Today there is just brutal honesty. Today I am tired, I am sad, I am frustrated.

In this space, where I try encourage others, I want to let you know, that even the most positive voices out there struggle too.

I don't know your specific pain, and you don't have to understand mine, but we can lift each other up. We can be kind to one another.

Lets not waste one minute trying to fool one another; you don't have it all together, and neither do I. We are each fighting our own battles, but in sharing our struggles as well as our triumphs, we make each other stronger.

Monday can just go screw itself, because it won't stop me and I hope it doesn't stop you either.



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