I thought the end of the day would be so much easier by now. It is better than it was, but I am still fighting each empty moment. As much as I want time to fly by so I can say I have survived one more day, that is how much I want everything to stop so I can regain a foot hold. Sometimes it still feels like I am hanging on by my finger tips praying not to fall.
The days and weeks are going faster than I could imagine. At the same time it feels like the world is moving forward, but I am not. Facing another tomorrow is not as terrifying as it once was, I know I can make it through and handle whatever comes my way. Right now the heart ache is easier and the tears come slowly. I can not wait for the day that my heart is open and I have no need to cry.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.