As for me?
I sleep, study, work, parent, and rest. And I don’t apologize for any of it.
I found myself again — not in some big, triumphant moment, but in the quiet hush of a house where no one was trying to control my every breath.
And when he asked, weeks later, still confused, still clinging to the illusion of good intentions —
“But really, was it that bad?”
I looked him in the eyes and said:
“No — it was worse.
You just never stayed awake long enough to see it.”
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