“Stay strong, just keep trying,” they said. So I began, again. In all honesty, I was listless, frustrated, unsettled. I imagined each possibility. Don’t hold back. Take any opportunity. Does it ever get easier? Does one ever feel like they can swim safely back to shore and just breathe?
Hope and loss. I’ve had too much of both at some point. On good days, the positive thoughts sustain me. On bad days, loss beats hope, 10-0. So each day, I begin again. Hoping that loss doesn’t win over my thoughts, take control of my actions.
I cry. Then I put on my brave girl face, focus, and I begin, again.