Hey Reader, 🙄 Enough Is Enough! What Do You Think? The coffee was no longer hot on the counter; it had become iced coffee without ice. The phone was chiming with someone else's crisis, and there I was again holding it all together. Truth be told, I'd been the anchor for years: for my kids, strangers who just needed to vent (they'll share their entire life story), and my friends who leaned hard when life got shaky. Unfortunately and fortunately, recently, I felt the weight pull me under—until...
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