I began to write a post about “a day in the life of Allison Graber,” when I realized that from the moment I wake up, until my eyes close, I have been existing/surviving one step at a time. Then I take the next step … and the next.
I force myself to do the task at hand.
I eat because I have to.
I shower because I have to.
I smile because that is what is expected.
I never imagined that I would feel this way. I have a job that, were I my normal self, I would thrive in. I have a husband who loves me. I live near my family, who I missed so much while I lived in Florida. But then I am reminded that my father is gone. My baby is not here and I am tired.
Life is hard, bad things happen, and I cry.
The only way for me to keep my sanity is to cling to the truth that I know.
I am not alone.