There's a version of you that existed before the farm took everything. She had things she cared about, friendships she maintained, a sense of who she was outside the work and the kids and the never-ending list. You remember her. Vaguely. From a distance. This post is about getting her back.

You're not imagining it. Something is off and you've known it for a while. You've been holding everything together while quietly worrying about him, and somewhere in all of that, your own needs have gotten very quiet. This one is for you.