Sometimes I wonder how much more of this world I can take. It's painful, it's hard and full of so many struggles. Suffocating. It would be so much easier to just sleep and sleep and maybe not wake up.
But then again I get reminded that there is beauty in life. That despite the hardship and angst, there are moments that just appear to say "Hey, you are needed. Hang in there, okay? Things may seem hopeless at the moment but just get through this season and you'll find pockets of joy. Just, survive. One damn fucking step at a time. Breathe."
One day things will be better. I hope and pray.
For now, I shall do my utmost to find and hold on to these little pockets of joy. The little things that heal the brokenness in me.
Today, I am alive, and I guess that is enough for now.