Gratitude

I never felt cared for and loved except for my husband and kids. It is painful that you can’t trust your family. My family is very small, but I know I am loved. My life was tough, fighting for love and acceptance. Being 62 I am starting to trust again. When my husband died I felt alone, but I am grateful that I can trust the people who want to help me get on track and do what I need to do. Being grateful is one thing, but trusting comes with hard work and effort. Life can bring challenges, but I am strong enough to keep fighting for my independence even though I do it alone. My kids keep me going. I am grateful that they keep me going. I still feel peace and serenity in my life.

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