Some days, I get really very tired.
I get worn down. I feel a bit defeated. I sometimes fear tomorrow… not in the abstract sense of the future, but in the very real, “I have to wake up and make something of tomorrow” sense.
I experience happiness. Maybe more accurately, I experience joy. I am thankful for my blessings. I can laugh as easily as I can cry.
That doesn’t always make it easier. It doesn’t always make the burden lighter. It doesn’t make the struggle any less exhausting.
But this is my life and these are my struggles, and I will continue to fight them because in the end, the sunshine is worth the rain.
But still, I am tired. Very, very tired.