Dear diary, I have come to realize that I am a doubtful creature. There will always be lingering doubt. The doubt in my ability to sustain myself or to sustain my son's needs. I am no begger, not anymore. It is true that I have not the splendors that come with my birthright, but I have not toiled only to bend on my knees as a dog searching for scraps. Everywhere I look there seems to be unsolicited advice. Is this paranoia? No. Sensitivity?
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