I had nice dreams last night. Maybe that’s why the mornings are so hard. I wake up to the nightmare that is my reality.
I know I’ve said it a lot, but my heart aches. The pain is real, it’s excruciating.
I’ve been doing better and that dream, a dream of love, took me back to all that I’ve lost. I’ve been doing the right things, taking the right steps. But still, I ache. I cry. My heart torn in two.
How will I get through another day? How do I go on? One step in front of the other. Baby steps. Get up, make some coffee. Just keep going.