It’s so often said that women who have children, in any an all circumstances, are warriors. We’re strong, fighting against the hardest of odds to make the world right for our little ones.

But I don’t always want to be a warrior. I get tired of fighting.

It hurts to know that life must remain a battle – with my blood pressure, with my depression and anxiety disorders – and the fight never really ends. There may be brief respites, cease-fires, even peace treaties, but they all come with an expiration.

I appreciate all the warrior moms and women out there. I will stand and fight with you, even when I want to lay down. It’s what you would do for me.

Fight or flight?
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