I’m not sure how much more grief I can stand but I guess we all eventually find out how much we can stand.

Sometimes a lot of sad things happen all in one go. All in the same month.

The pressure is weighing down on me. It’s all I can feel anymore. Some days it threatens to crush me or tear me into pieces.

Some days are harder than others.

Some days I don’t want to see the looks of pity on people’s faces. Other days I want comfort or distraction.

Most days I work towards improvement but not enough time has passed yet. But I know I’ll keep on going.

I won’t give up.