I’m not sure what it is.
I feel…stifled. There is so much to say and yet I don’t think I should say it. At least not there, publicly. I can’t quite treat this like a journal, the place where I’d put all my thoughts and fears and worries because a journal would be private, right?
This is not. And I don’t really want it to be.
Except, that means there are things I need to stifle, to hold back and examine and see if I really, truly want to put it out there.
So this is me, stifled. For now.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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