Sunday, April 3, 2016

....To Fall

My daughter is in her room crying. Sobbing uncontrollably. And there is nothing I can do about it. 

I can't make it better. 

As horrible as anxiety and depression are, I would endure the worst day every day, if it meant my kids would be cured. 

The agony is unbearable. I wish it were me.

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