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.