#11-22-22

[thoughtlesssunflower]

Dear mom

I keep telling myself. Things have been far worse and I have made it

Things have been sadder and I have still smiled

Things have been more desperate and I have still leaped

Mom I'm going through the stages of grief again. And it is alright. It doesn't feel temporary. It doesn't feel small or even ok.

But I have been through far worse

And somehow I am still here

Why? Why am I still here?