I’m tired of doing it myself.
I’m tired of being the strong one.
I’m tired of a word that places so much on our shoulders as women.
I’m tired of no longer co-existing as a village with support to care for each others kids.
Parenting is hard, and being the primary parent is even harder. Being the primary parent and back-up parent: nearly impossible.
When did this become the norm?
Why are the rich getting richer and inflation squeezing people who want to do good in the world, limiting their possibilities?
I have met so many people around my age recently that have beautiful aspirations, hopes and dreams but, we are just squeezed until there is no more to give.
Today, I mourn what used to be. An affordable way to exist and co-exist in the world. Living in a capitalistic country such as the USA has us so squeezed. Everything feels impossible at times and I feel out of hope however, I have decided to do one thing: to stop complaining about it. Because truly, complaining won’t change a thing, and I want to lead a peaceful life filled with ease.
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Written under a Pisces sun and a Scorpio moon feeling like the world is crumbling all around me and the pit of despair has opened for me to rejoin her in the bellows.