Keywords: recovery , writing
There will always be things to be done. There will always be the litany of chores—the hall needs a vacuum, washing to be hung, and the kitchen floor is sticky with who knows what. In half an hour I will start the endless round of dinner, feeding, dishes… but for right now, I write. This is my gift to myself, to my inner writer, to the child writer I once was, to recovery.
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