I think health insurance companies are hoping to stress me to the point of death so they don't have to deal with me at all.

Trying to keep a smile on my face for my baby girl is hard. I don't want her to know that mommy is struggling so much. I don't know what to do.

This is too much.

I am scared. I am nervous. I want to leave and get my family somewhere safer. I'm so tired.

One thing about me is that I will fight Nazis until I’m six feet in the ground.

Picture this: me doing a little hop dance in the kitchen at nearly midnight repeating, "I am persisting" with each hop. This is how I health my mental.

The Moomins are getting me through a lot right now.