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    I was in the midst of chaos; everything was closing in on me. My mother was needing more and more attention while all my siblings were falling away; leaving me to care for her on my own.

    My brother-in-law had already died at 50 and now my mother-in-law was
    well on her way as well.

    I also needed to continue to make a living since my husband was beginning to reduce work load to retirement. Money mattered, so off to a job that took way to much of my time and energy.

    I felt like this dancer in the middle of all these external influences, lost in my cave of despair and confusion

    I could see all the potential as well as all the demons that danced in and out of my brain, chattering away at my unworthiness and shame. While challenging me to believe in my potential, to see beyond the dark edges into the light. Where my wholeness continues the rhythmic pulsations of the dance.
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