When I first thought about writing this, I assumed I would start with the morning, after all, that’s when the day begins. The more I thought about it, I realized the night affected my mornings so much, that in a way, my day begins at night when I go to bed.
So that’s where I’ll start! Most nights I go to bed eagerly. I’m tired. I’m so, so tired. I can barely stay awake and I feel like I could sleep for 100 years.
I crawl into bed. And it begins. “Why can’t you be more like your siblings?” “Your siblings were such a pleasure to teach.” “Are you sure you’re really related?” “You stick out like a sore thumb” “Your younger sister can do it, why can’t you?” I scold myself, “why can’t I at least blend in?” “Why do I have to be like this?” I tossRead more on themighty.com