“Once I made my way to middle and high school, things became a struggle. A disability is a difficult diagnosis, yes, but it isn’t the be-all, end-all of your story.”
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“Once I made my way to middle and high school, things became a struggle. A disability is a difficult diagnosis, yes, but it isn’t the be-all, end-all of your story.”
“I’m currently on a 5-day quarantine while I wait to get my test results back. I’m locked away from the kids while my husband manages all 3 of them AND works full-time. I felt an enormous weight lift off.”
“I would make an effort to hide my bump if we were at school or sports functions. The quips came out of the woodwork. ’They’re crazy! This will be the end of them…’ I tried to involve the girls as much as possible. I wanted them to feel the joy I was feeling.”
“We welcomed our baby into this world. It just so happened to be my brother’s due date. It’s a moment which sends CHILLS down my spine.”
“I am an ‘essential worker.’ A 9-1-1 emergency dispatcher to be exact. We’re feeling the change at work, just like all the other front-line people. I wish for you somebody who will carry your purse. Because sometimes, that’s all you really need.”
“There’s been tears, both from the littles and from the adults. There’s been the locking of bathroom doors just to catch a breath, and hiding away in the laundry room for even just twenty seconds feels like a day at the spa.”
“I am not sure I have ever felt this amount of anger and sadness at the same time. It was the one thing our daughter looked forward to after having prom and graduation ripped away from her. We secretly cry, vent, and scream on the private Facebook pages because they feel like people don’t understand.”
“What you don’t know is that my neighbor has been battling COVID-19 for two weeks now. We knew this was potentially coming, but I didn’t expect it to hit so hard.”
“After several months of a long, stressful divorce, I did what any single woman in her 20’s would do: I tried out a dating app. I remember going home to my mom that night and telling her how much fun I had. ‘This is it, he’s the one.’ She’d heard that before and told me to take things slow. But I think she knew too. This one was different.”
“What we experienced is considered ‘mild.’ But believe me, by no means necessary, did it feel anything near mild. I prayed my kids would not get sick. One by one, they each started to have a low-grade fever.”