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    Default I'm Strong, Yet Sometimes I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve

    I'm Strong, Yet Sometimes I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve
    We all have vulnerabilities. Many (if not even most of which) we can all relate to on some level. Sometimes it's good to share them, let it go. And sometimes it's nice to not feel alone.

    Here's mine. I would like to hear yours. (And yes, that even includes the commercial that made you cry! ... lol... you know you've done it!)

    My mother sent this to all of us kids on Facebook today. She was diagnosed with Lupus several years ago and her flairs are getting worse. She's scared. And she's sad (sad for reasons I won't make public here). If I can say one thing about my life... I have the BEST mom I could have ever asked for. I was just talking to my husband tonight about how I felt like one of my siblings has stolen so much of her that she has no time left to be my mom every once in a while too... and how much I miss her. I'm 36... and sometimes I still need my mom.

    She wasn't just my mom. She was my best friend. We were best friends who weathered through horrible times. Horrible times that we don't dare tell anyone else about. She's so strong. So smart. She made sure I was safe and that my younger siblings didn't have to know any of it. How could she think anyone would ever think otherwise? It breaks my heart.

    A Note From a Mother

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    March of Dimes. Gods I hate that month. And I have a friend who is an L&D nurse so she posts about "stillborn day", and "preemie day", and omg how many days do they have!?!?! My sis, a nurse, occasionally will be like "we're having a March of Dimes walkathon! Are you joining?' Gee, let me think about that? NO! I mean, I appreciate that ppl are researching ways to save babies born early and all, but does it have to be on TV? and on the radio? and in the stores? For a whole MONTH??? We lost our first in February and I feel like I'm just getting over that anniversary every year when BOOM! It's March. That first year? I probably cried every time a cashier asked me if I wanted to support the March of Dimes. It especially annoys me because I'm not a cryer. I don't like crying, I do it extremely rarely, and ugh!

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