I feel like a failure of a nurse many times.

Failure of a girlfriend.

Failure of a sister.

Failure of a daughter.

Failure of myself.

I think since Cliff’s death I have been sinking downwards slowly. Watching life drifting pass as an agonizingly slow pace, while I find myself to be standing still.

I watch you thrive. And you watch me fail.

And it is difficult to get up from this abyss.

I can feel you holding me by the elbows, encouraging me with words and praise and love, to get up, to move forward. Wondering if your words are meaningless for perhaps they are. But actions – actions never lie.

So – thank you.

And I ask you this following question:


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  1. Sing. In a musical. On broadway!


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