“I just can’t do it – it’s too hard …”
Yesterday morning was a tough morning. For no reason except my mind was reacting to the mere fact of being alive. For the little kid in my head it was too tough to simply be out of bed, walking around, making coffee and small talk with the fiancee. A mind tantrum, you might call it.
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