Grief is hard. It spreads into every aspect of your life like a cancer. It’s always there, even when you think you’ve tricked it and got to spend a few moments of peace. It creeps up on you when you least expect it, and often makes you feel like you’ve reached your breaking point.
Today is one of those day. I wonder if there’ll ever be a time I won’t be crying every day. I’ve gotten so used to it, it almost seems normal. It’s not.
The thing about feeling like you can’t go on anymore though is that you always do. Today sucked but tomorrow might be a good day, and even thought right now my head hurts and it seems like nothing is going to work out. It probably will.