There are nights when all I long for is to vent and dial my mother's number. No one else can offer me the solace that she provides. Despite being a mature adult well into their thirties, it may seem foolish of me to seek out my mom over trivial troubles…  | Jordana Atim May 5 | There are nights when all I long for is to vent and dial my mother's number. No one else can offer me the solace that she provides. Despite being a mature adult well into their thirties, it may seem foolish of me to seek out my mom over trivial troubles; yet in her eyes, I will forever be her little one.  Source: Adobe Stock In case it has not been made clear yet, I am someone who easily breaks down into tears. Despite my attempts to appear tough, small disturbances have a significant impact on me. The challenges of adulthood are daunting as one must maintain composure even when things feel like they're crumbling apart internally. What compounds this difficulty is the realization that no one else seems to care about your struggles- you simply must pull yourself together and press on regardlessly. Tracella must be thrilled that I have returned to writing in the style she enjoys - topics that resonate with her. It's high time I meet this enchanting girl, who serves as my #1 supporter and source of inspiration for my craft. Many of you may not realize how much influence you hold over our lives; personally, even thinking about Tracella's enthusiastic praise lifts me up immensely and warms my heart. Jordana, it's time to head home and regroup with your mother. Let's go back to the drawing board. | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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