I had an essay in my head:
“life after two iron infusions.”
I assumed it would go like this:
I had forgotten how bright and cheerful the world could be. I didn’t realize I was looking at the world through a haze, a cloud of smoke coloring all my moods. It’s a true revelation to no longer feel so bone-achingly tired by the time I get my kids into quiet t…
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