I wake up and convince myself this will be a better day.
I hold back the tears.
I tell myself, I am strong, even when I am not.
I am busy at work. But a quick trip to the loo make me think too much that tears freely fall.
For three days now, I am getting by, praying for serenity:
"Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can, and
the wisdom to know the difference."
This prayer attributed to St. Francis of Assisi calms me when I need to be calm.
So far, I am getting by.
I am still looking forward to the day that all my questions will be answered; all the things uncleared will be cleared; all that is needed to be said would finally be said ....
One day ....