Every day it's a little harder to get myself moving, and by moving I mean...get out of bed, get dressed and face the day. Most days I would just like to disappear but then I remember I have three grown children who still call or message occasionally and I'd hate myself even more if they were to learn from someone else that I simply gave up. I fight this battle daily, giving up that is. Some days nothing seems worth it, every day is a struggle more so than the day before. I try to find my worth in anything, but to no avail I come up empty handed. I see my reflection and wonder who that is staring back at me. The struggle is REAL!
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