"I wasn't the only one." Being read by someone saved me. Thank you 🥲

When I first started note,

it was closer to "I just want to let it all out"

rather than being read by someone.

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The exhaustion of raising children,

my own lack of composure,
the vague feelings I couldn't put into words well.
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If I didn't write,

my head would feel painful all the time.
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So at first,

I didn't think I would be read this much.

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But recently,

as I've received comments

and likes,
I've thought many times:

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"Oh, I wasn't the only one."

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That weekends are scary,

that even though I'm a parent, I want to run away,
that I don't understand the distance between my spouse and me.
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Everyone

is living while carrying their own struggles.
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On social media,

it's easy to only see strong people.

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But note

feels truly human.

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Emotions that aren't neatly organized,

worries that don't have answers yet,
things like that flow naturally here.

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Reading those,

"Oh, this person is the same,"

I feel a little relieved.

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Beyond just likes and numbers,

I've come to really love

"connecting emotionally with someone."

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Through my writing,

someone feels a little relieved,
or conversely,

I am saved by someone else's writing.
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Even though it's the internet,

it feels like it has real human warmth.

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So lately,

rather than "writing well,"

I want to value "writing my true feelings."

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Thank you so much

for reading.

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I'm sure from here on out,

I'll get lost,

waver,

and have days where I suddenly feel down. Haha
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But,

I want to write about

that whole process as well.

I look forward to your continued support 🌱