Everyone has bad days. You couldn’t have good days without the bad.
With that in mind, I’m trying to remember one bad day doesn’t mean a bad life. I’m going to be completely honest and tell you that’s much easier said than done..
Right now I’m trying to cope with the soul crushing diagnosis that my oldest just received, one that leaves me powerless and fearing the future.
My two youngest are struggling in most areas of their life and it’s absolutely heartbreaking..
I know that I’m truly doing everything I can for my kids. I also know that I’m only one person, so in many ways I’m setup to fail.
I absolutely love my kids and I take on each day, hoping that what I’m able to do is enough. I don’t give up and I there are many times that I really wish I could..
Trying to stay hopeful isn’t always easy but I’ve chosen to focus on the things I can control and that helps.
On the really bad days I just take it minute by minute.
Today happened to be one of those minute by minute days but I made it and have lived to fight another day… ☺
