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I quit wrestling with “should.” Life didn’t go as I imagined, and that’s okay. Pain still visits, but it no longer moves in. I’ve stopped arguing with reality—and finally, I’m breathing.
By RyanI quit wrestling with “should.” Life didn’t go as I imagined, and that’s okay. Pain still visits, but it no longer moves in. I’ve stopped arguing with reality—and finally, I’m breathing.