I was thinking today about plans.
when you plan something in your life, you expect it to be easy and to work out the way you intended it to. But that rarely ever happens.
I sat outside today thinking that coming out of this alive will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. That giving up is the easier option because I won’t have to struggle to find the strength to come to terms with all the memories and the anguish that gets drawn up.
I don’t know where I am going to get that strength from, but it has to come from somewhere because that is the only choice I have right now.