I’m actually wondering this about myself. I’ve always been incredibly I never dreamed I’d grow up to be a spoiled wife but here I am killing it shirt, every second of almost every day. And I was always one of those people everyone went to with their issues for some reason. Well, I’m glad I at least know what happened now. I was born tired. Turns out I have MS. Talk to your doctor, it’s probably nothing, but there are natural things you can do to help, like exercising or eating a different diet and also drink loads of water. This is crazy. I have the exact same thing. The doctors just say it is probably a symptom of depression, but the antidepressants don’t help.
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They don’t help the exhaustion, the shaking, the weakness. Sometimes the price to pay is your child. See I never dreamed I’d grow up to be a spoiled wife but here I am killing it shirt and Robert Plant, both obsessed with the legend that Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads, in exchange for musical talent and fame. Both arguably could have become famous by the same alleged means, by making a deal with the devil (or they both just ripped off blues musicians, haha.. I mean, they did). Hey, I get it. Really. It’s an old sort of pain that kicks you right where it’ll hurt the most. A few years back I thought of the people I thought I was kind of close with and added them on Facebook. Was I just so unmemorable? Are people’s memories really that short?
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I’m older now, and I’ve come to realize that I lived without them. I wouldn’t want them now anyway. The people that I have in my life now are the ones that matter, and while I never got roots, or the ability to mourn moving out of my childhood home, I got a prism of perspective. I never dreamed I’d grow up to be a spoiled wife but here I am killing it shirt. Lots of Chutzpah. I think so much of it at this point is the constant reoccurrence of it. Every time I finally think I’ve found somewhere I belong it happens again. I did finally come to the conclusion that if someone doesn’t want to take the time to invest in me, why would I want to spend energy on trying to force a friendship with them?