It will never end. No matter how many days pass, no matter how many hours separate us- the hole in my heart will never be healed. I know this now.
I thought I was stronger, I thought I was ready. I thought I was able to hold myself together. I know I am not.
I can only hope to make it through each day with my head held high, no one knowing the struggle simmering just below the surface. I can only hope to be strong on the days I feel weak. I can only hope for people in my life who understand when things are difficult are days I need them the most. Hope that tomorrow will be a better day, that someday I will have the strength to believe. Believe that I will make it through, that I am deserving, in hope.
It is all I have. It is all I am not.