This is hard. Harder than I thought.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so sad. Or so defeated. Or so alone.
One minute I have the utmost conviction that this is what I am supposed to do…that this is what I need to do.
To save our family. To save us. To save me.
And the next minute I think, maybe this is my lot in life…the idea of almost.
Almost happy. Almost in love. Almost understanding.
Today was not a good day, but I held it together.
And for now, that’s more than enough.
In fact, it’s all I can do.