My life has been spent as the constant helper. It is difficult for me to recognize when I am being helped because my help-o-meter only registers based on what I can give, not what I am receiving. 

When at my lowest points, I need to focus on the many kindnesses I am shown daily. The things that make me smile. Memories that are hard to forget because they make me laugh. And, the people that gracemy life and make it far richer than I ever would havethought it to be.


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