What’s crazy is that this is pinned to my board called “Random Acts of Funny” and yet this rings so true for my life almost daily.
It’s by the grace of God and a prescription pill that I’m able to get thru the majority of my days. My workdays anyway. But then what about the weekends? What about when I’m feeling alone?
I know people out there have problems much larger than mine. And they put one foot in front of the other everyday. Because they have to,as do I. Even tho it hurts. Even tho it’s hard. And even tho I feel like I’m on this road all by myself.
I’m sad. I’m unhappy. I’m bitter. I’m so many things and I can’t hide them from my face. When you look at me that’s what you see. When you hear me speak, I can’t erase it from my tone. I’m blue, to sum it up in a nutshell.
I guess I’ll do what women have done since the beginning of time: put on a happy face and keep it moving. With each blink I try to suppress the tears. I just try to think about what women generations before me had to endure, and I try to keep their strength in mind. In the meantime, nobody hears the sound of my tears but me…