Sometimes we have to take what we have and be grateful for those moments. It isn't always what we had planned but it doesn't make it any less precious.
I'm crying, like all the time, about everything. My emotions are tumultuous at best and I feel like my whole world has fallen apart, all while I pour coffee each morning. How do I explain that? What is going on with me that could cause such grief and depression? Looking around me I see nothing… Continue reading The smoke gets in my eyes