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This past year has been a bit disconcerting, to say the least.
I feel I have been flattened, kicked, pureed, whipped, tossed, spiraled,
and on and on...
How can someone go on after all this pain?
But then your kind words come to mind,
I am not a strong Chicky.
I am terrified of everything.
And at times I feel so alone.
But every time I think I can't get out of bed,
I remember I am not alone.
There are many of you who have been through unimaginable pain
and have found the grit and need to continue on in this phase of our lives.
I think about that and I stop the Pity Party for 1.
Your courage overwhelms me.
And it saves me.