Today is hard.
I'm having trouble putting on a happy face, acting like all is/will be fine, being a cheerleader.
I want to crawl into a corner and fall asleep until tomorrow.
I want a guarantee that all will work out so I can muster up energy to go on.
But, there's no such thing.
Maybe things will get better. Maybe they won't.
I hate (HATE) not knowing. I hate things being out of my control. I hate waiting and trying so hard not to spin, not to wonder, not to live in what ifs.
But, that's what today is.