"i can't yet."
monday is sitting on my chest.
i'll wake up and it will all start again.
tears start falling out of my face, but i'm not really crying. it's weird.
intern year is sucking the life out of me.
guh. that sounds so dramatic. but this is hard. not may&june 2013 hard (that shiz was unreal #ptsd). but hard like...hard.
but, you guys, things are ok because i'm in therapy and my therapist tells me to list reasons why i'm a good mom and i believe her when she tells me i'm a good mom. she also tells me i'm resilient, and to make photography a priority...even if it's just with my phone for instagram.
i'm a good mom because
i take my kids on adventures
i take phone pictures so they can remember it
i let them eat their favorite food, cereal, for dinner often
anyway, decordova phonetography...