stengiuosi būti žmona, mama, drauge, seserimi, dukra, karjeros moterimi, rašytoja, o kartais man lieka tik nusivylimo jausmas liūdesys pyktis nepakankamumas melancholija, visa tai baigiasi audra jaustis visiškai nenusipelnusiam tų, kurie mane besąlygiškai myli
im doing my best to be a wife a mother a friend a sister a daughter a career woman a writer and sometimes all im left with are feelings of frustration sadness anger inadequacy melancholy all culminating in a storm of feeling completely undeserving of those who love me unconditionally