I don't always have enough time for myself. My hair is back in a bun, my coffee is in a thermos, and even watching a TV series is already a luxury. But I'm coping. I can do a hundred things at once, remember other people's birthdays, not forget to pay bills, listen to a friend when she's having a hard time, and smile even when I don't feel like it.

And you know, there's power in that too. Being a "normal" woman in an abnormal world is a feat. And I'm proud of it.