Martyr in recovery

Most afternoons in the last year, I emerged from my sous-terre home office at 4.30 p.m. completely and utterly exhausted. Spent. Empty.  On the really tough days, the five-minute walk to my daughter’s daycare was unthinkable. I couldn’t possibly put one foot in front of the other and repeat that action 500 times each way. …

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