I’m in a phase of parenthood that resembles treading water, but badly. It’s a treading that doesn’t prevent me from going under but enables me to take little sips of air only when I desperately need them. From the outside, this struggle probably isn’t visible. My house looks decent, I’m filing my writing on time, showing up to meetings, seeing my friend…
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