Tumultuous, but each week starts anew.

Quite simply put, this weekend has been a bit brutal.

It’s been nothing short of….tumultuous and ups and downs and fear and anxiety and panic and frustrations and laughter and allowing myself to be loved and forgiveness and tears and blood and alcohol and everything in the middle and nothing left out.

We’re emotionally fragile, a result of life being so callously unkind to us these past few months.

We lean on each other, all the while triggering each other (unintentionally, without malice) in the worst ways possible.

Every good hour is a good hour. One where we let love it. And keep the noise out.

We keep going.

Every day is a choice to keep going.

And we do.

Every day has been so unpredictably wild these past few weeks.

But each day is a new day, each week is a new week.

We start over. We keep going.

And we don’t let the demons keep us down forever.