I am one who feels frozen where she is. I am one who is golden on the outside and base metal on the inside, able to appear to be what she is not.
It is hard sometimes to keep up the facade of "everything is all right". I have days where I wonder where I will get the energy to function with any kind of normalcy. We are making progress for my parents' care, but it seems slow going and I have days of despair.
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