February was a trying month.
The shortest month of the year and it felt like it was never going to end, go figure.
Sometimes, it feels likes we’re drowning and we have the strength to pull each other to the surface only to have something happen and we’re all scattered, each of us drowning alone again.
My little sister is going through hell. Her sickness has drained her & has sucked the life out of the incredibly strong and stubborn kid that I know her to be. It hurts. My heart aches each time I see her face because I know inside she’s broken.
My mom is trying hard to keep going but I know her desperate heart is cracked.
My brothers are like sunshine. Their little minds oblivious to their surroundings, not knowing what’s going on around them. They’re always just hungry or thirsty and all they want to do is play. But they both have their own struggles.
I’m a mess. A disaster. I’m here and I’m there and I’m everywhere and I can’t find myself. I’m lost. I’m angry. And I’m afraid. I toss and turn at night worrying. Wondering. Praying. Hoping. Crying. Everything but sleeping. Hiding from the world.
It feels like the world is against us.
Yet here we all are, shattered together like the stack of plates I dropped the other day while washing dishes, and somehow making it through.
And that’s all that matters, right?
Linking up with Mama Kat today for Writer’s Workshop.