When it rains, it pours.
I’m not great at dealing with things when I’m upset. I’m strong and cope incredibly well for so long, but when the storm settles the smallest things trigger me to be upset. Sometimes the whole world feels like it’s coming down on me.
Today wasn’t a bad day. But it wasn’t a good day either. I miss having the great days. The days that when you go to bed, you wake up the next day still smiling. It’s hard to have those days after everything that’s happened. I know they will come back. Eventually.
Right now when it’s good, it’s okay. When it’s bad, everything hurts. It’s hard to stay positive when what brought so much love and light into your life has been taken away.
I’ll work it out.