or should I keep chasing pavements? Today was a Debbie Downer day in sorts. I wondered why I am doing all of this? What makes me different from anyother Jill, Janice, or Debbie. There are so many other horrific stories out there who am I to think these few days of hell are to jail me forever? Am I holding the key by making this the deal or am I opening the door by facing them? I wonder if it was worth all the pain it’s caused, I wonder if I could ever watch the painful tears fall down my father’s face again. I wonder if I could forever protect my parents from all the bad that happens in my life, but isn’t family sharing all the times good and bad? Why then do I feel like the murder to someone’s happiness. I wonder if i have the strength to keep going, keep fighting.
I wonder if I’m so strong, then why am I so weak right now?