Let the tears flow. Tears of survival. Tears of determination.
Erma: I assure you, Sylvia, it’ll pass. It’ll be over soon.
Sylvia: You think so? Promise? Because honestly, Erma, I don’t know if I have anything left. I’m so tired.
Erma: Bullshit, Sylvia. There’s always something left, so grab the Kleenex.
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A fifty-something year-old woman who is learning that sometimes all we have is ourselves, so it's important not to get lost. And if you get lost, sometimes a little bit of social media can save you for a while while you find your way back, your way forward, or your way out and onto the new you.
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