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[prosodic]

This week has been long, difficult and exhausting.

I'm broken. Emotionally, intellectually and physically spent. And it's going to take a long time for me to feel ok again. I'm a wreck. I cry a lot. I feel dead inside.

But simple pleasures help. Like Lance ordering pizza tonight because I didn't feel like cooking.

Like the pizza coming with free dessert. Chocolate pastry bites, or whatever they were called. Chocolate and flaky pastry and icing. Yum.

And Reece was at Petsmart all day, so she should sleep through the night. Petsmart sent me a coupon for her birthday for a free toy (up to $4 in value) with a $15 purchase, so with her day camp purchase today, she got a new squeaky ball to play with. She loves it.

And the book I'm reading right now is really good.

So that's something.

I told myself that I would write something in my paper journal everyday. Something that I'm grateful for. Even if it's something as simple as a pretty sunset.

I haven't written anything of that sort since the beginning of the year. I can't even notice the world around me anymore.

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[wendywoowho.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry that it's so hard for you right now.

[prosodic.livejournal.com]

I just keep telling myself that this too shall pass.

In fact, one of my co-workers has that written on a Post-It, stuck to her computer.

Things will get better. That's the thought that propels me through every day.