For as long as I can remember, my brain has been getting between me and the possibility of having fun. I struggle to find my fun, isolated in social settings, paralyzed by exhaustion and anxiety.
I am perplexed but also jealous that things I actively try to avoid bring other moms joy. Despite not feeling unhappy, I find it challenging to relax and engage in 'honest, raw, real fun.'
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