From now on, I don’t have to fry special bread early in the morning for school lunch. I had meetings with the school and went back and forth to the clinic, so it was a busy day. But now my daughter can eat the same bread as everyone else. I’m so happy for her. She didn’t say thank you, even after all my effort (haha). Maybe this is just for my own satisfaction. But when I heard that her friends said “I wish I had that,” I felt a little sad. Having allergies is not something to be jealous of. There are still some foods she can’t eat, but at least bread is OK now. I will turn 34 this month, and my daughter is 7. While many people were building their careers, I was focused on raising my child. Sometimes I feel embarrassed because I don’t have much social experience, and it shows in how I speak and think. I have many insecurities. But I have been raising one human being for 7 years. That matters. Let’s keep going. Tomorrow too.

I’ve been really tired lately. A message from my friend overseas meant so much to me. It reminded me how grateful I am to have such a wonderful friend. I’ll write back once I feel a bit more settled. Tonight, I’m just going to relax and play Heartopia and not overthink things. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I just want time to focus on my work. That’s all. My child’s growth is wonderful, and I truly value it. But being a parent also means having to engage in things I’m not good at. That obligation exhausts me deeply.

I made Valentine’s chocolate with my daughter, and I also moved my work forward. I’m doing well. I have to praise myself. Step by step, quietly, I’ll keep getting results. I’ll keep going. I have my own mountain to climb. I won’t compare myself to others. If I’m better than I was before, that’s enough.