weeks have been rare, as a constant journey through a rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions. Not everything has been bad because there have been moments of deep and sincere happiness, such as Saturday that in a situation that otherwise would have been awful (traffic to a crawl, hot sun and then rain) I felt so happy I was really ready to let go a tear. But I've been fighting hard times with people who really adore. I have fought fierce battles with me because my adult life has been pounding the term not yet recovered, but at the same time a subtle promise of a path of good things waiting for the transit.
not know how long I'll last in this state, the fact is that little by little hope overcomes fear.
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