I'm trying to be strong. I'm trying my best, acting like I really do not have any problems. Like I can face anything.
But I can't.
How I wish every time I sleep that when I wake up everything magically fixes itself and it's a better world for me and my kids.
I know that won't happen.
Prayers? I have lots of that. In fact, I breathe it.
I'm trying to be patient... or maybe I am the problem.
It sucks to be alone when this feeling comes to you.
I hope tomorrow will be better.