The Curse of the Competent Woman

Arn was diagnosed in two thousand 11, and i was just so used to living at like, a high level of like, stress and functional grief that i didn't know any other way to be. I ad not let anybody feel bad for me, not let anybody do anything for me because then they would know that i needed help. So you bet my family all dressed up and had a enil where we pretended to be thankful. And it was horrible. None of us said anything to each other. It's none that competent onan you've got everything together, when aside, you're experiencing immense grief. What you really want to say, and probably, or maybe should have said