The way my life has panned out so far is a thing of beauty. A bit of a mess. A beautiful mess. I have a flair for doing things the wrong way. I have a long and disappointing track record of quitting things. I start something and a little voice in my head tells me I might fail. If you look for an exit, you'll always find one. I think maybe a lot of people have that voice? Thats when I pull the panic chord and I think if I don't try so hard, I wont feel so bad when I fail. If I had half of the motivation my mother and father have, I'd be able to do anything I tried. Having kids is the first thing that I haven't checked out of, you can't quit that. There is no way possible. I'm mentally weak. If I spend some time trying to change my mindset I might be able to get somewhere in life? Thats my thoughts anyway. I just want my children to be proud of me.. If you look at me now there really is nothing to be proud of, no achievements, no degree. I think I want to spend the next couple of months seriously trying to figure out what I'm going to do career wise. I can't just sit around anymore. I want to be someone. That honesty though? Brutal.
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Sarah. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Adrenaline auto injectors are not funded in New Zealand, Please sign the petition to change this. Our family is affected by anaphylaxis as are so many others. You can make a difference!
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August 2016
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