I feel really down today. I have chemo in 43 minutes, and I can't even bring myself to get out of bed to brush my teeth. A few bad things, ranging from disappointing to actually tragic, have happened to me and people I love in the past couple weeks, and right now the act of staying positive feels as daunting as running a marathon barefoot with no water.
A friend's younger brother was killed in a car crash yesterday, and I can't stop crying when I think about it and his family and how much pain they must be in.
Everything feels surreal and extremely sharp simultaneously at this moment.
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes it's the tiny little voice at the end of the day that tells you that you'll try again tomorrow. I read this somewhere--I forget where--and it's true.
ReplyDeleteThinking warm thoughts of you.