I think the wheels are coming off my wagon.
There’s a lot. If the last few years didn’t happen the way they did, we might be in a better place. Or at least elder would be.
He’s not, so I’m not. You are only as happy as your unhappiest kid, so I don’t think I’ve been really happy in a while.
Throw in general uncertainty that’s always there anyway, and it’s a recipe for wanting to crawl under something substantial and not come back out. I don’t worry, I pray, and lately everything is a prayer: gratitude for the things that make me smile and supplication for everything else.
Lots of supplication lately. We’ve hit the cliff. There’s a drop. I can’t see bottom.
Hope may be stupid, but it’s all I’ve got.
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