Throw open my closet doors and don my best business attire, I am fueled by coffee and motivation to succeed. The youngest of my colleagues, I have excelled in the pursuit of the american dreams. I am supermom. I am superwoman. Hear me roar.
The fall came on without warning. This mental prison confined me and I could not escape. Spiraling down, down, down until⦠CRASH. I am no more.
The alarm blares and I hit snooze for the umpteenth time. I roll out of bed, slither into day old sweats and smooth my hair with a greasy hand. Did I feed my child today? Who cares anyway? I am the middle-aged teenager, tromping around town in pajamas. Bad decisions, yeah, Iβve made a few. But who are you to judge anyway?