Truth hurts and heals
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I am forty years old and live with my mom. Take that, pride. Take that, overachieving perfectionist.
But I don’t care. The din of dizziness doesn’t leave room for me to care. I am in survival mode and in mom’s hearth, I wait out the storm.
When desperation grows, she listens without judgement. When failed treatments crush hope, she keeps b…
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