Some days will be just like today. Where the bad just piles on.
Nothing good about it. Just…crisis after crisis. Fire after fire.
That’s what today has been.
Questions followed by more questions, uncertainties followed by anxieties.
Today was not easy. From the moment I woke up until the very end of it.
Nothing went right, nothing went the way it should have.
Days like today leave a mark. A mental bruise that will take a second to heal from. Perhaps even with lasting consequences due to its extremely unfortunate timing.
My countdown is at 8. Really now closer to 7.
Just over 7 days for everything to go right. For the stars to align in such a way where we get our happy ending…if only for a week.
In a world where I need everything to go right, everything has gone wrong.
2 sick kids.
1 sick husband.
1 sick dog.
And no time left.
Today, I feel defeated.
I feel broken.
I feel just flat out completely exhausted.
And I feel alone.
Today, I don’t like the journey that I’m on.
I feel alone. I feel like I have no support. And that’s just…the absolute worst feeling in the world.
Everything has gone wrong today.
Yet still, I fight.
I’ll fight for tomorrow. I’ll fight for next week.
Right now, I want to give up. With how alone I feel, everything feels so incredibly pointless.
But I can’t give up. Not yet.
Not until after next week.
