They're on hiatus, unfortunately. I just don't have it in me.
Happy pictures of my happy kids are helping.
I'm tired, but not nearly as exhausted as others in my family.
I alternate from being numb, to borderline breakdown, to stern resolve within a matter of minutes... all the while with an aching heart, heavy in my chest, and a scream nestled uncomfortably as a whisper in the depths of my throat.
But I have to get past that. It's not about me.
I try to maintain positive thoughts, put on a cheerful face, as they need to see it. We all need to see it. We all need to feel it.
To fight it.