I am dead and now finally at peace. Why did I have to ‘die’ to attain peace? Why did I have to go through life as if my butt was on fire and had to perpetually scramble to get things together? Why did I hustle to ‘find’ happiness and peace? Shouldn’t that be my … Continue reading R.I.P Tanuja
Trapped in an Invisible Cage
I’m not good enough. I need to suck it up and do it so my parents can be proud of me. I have to prove my husband that I can do this. What will my child think of me if I give up? My boss trusts me so much….I can’t let him down on … Continue reading Trapped in an Invisible Cage