A couple weeks ago I went on retreat by myself to the beach for three nights- no husband, no kid, no laundry, no dishes, no obligations. I slept. Really slept. No waking up in the middle of the night, no rolling over thinking I’m hearing my kid talking in his sleep. No anxiety attacks, no making long lists in my head of the unending to-do’s. Just. …
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