In The Weeds

What happens when you have a day job, a writing career, and an ailing mother you’ve been dealing with for the past four months:


What happens when even though you’ve got a house to clean, bills to pay, and groceries to get, you look out the kitchen window and just can’t fucking take it anymore:


I now need a shower, Tylenol, and my heating pad.


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