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Wallowing in the mire - Words of Joy
It wasn’t planned. It never is. Feelings take over and a flood pours out.Isn’t that always the way? These things sneak up on us unawares. All of a sudden we spew forth dirty words. Falling fast as raindrops and just as impossible to stem the flow. I grow impatient and irritable when fatigue and frustration reach simmering point. It’s hard being dependent with M.E and chronic illness sometimes. My ultra keen observer eye still notices everything, including all those “I wouldn’t do it like that” instances. Watching while others are doing things I am unable to do doesn’t prevent me from