During the day I was thinking what to write on Steemit after my daughter goes to bed. I noticed that all the thoughts in my head were negative and as I imagined myself writing a story about those things, in the end everything sounded like whining. Is my life really that miserable?
I realize that everything circles around my daughter and her condition right now and it doesn't seem to be too much light in this darkness. It feels like she (and all of us) are just going from one rough place to another, without any break to breathe and look at all the beauty around us.
I'm mentally very, very tired but I understand that I need to start seeing something good in something. Anything basically. I need to be grateful that I love someone so much that I'm worrying myself sick because of her. I need to be grateful that we (at least at this point) have an apartment, some food and I have a husband who is trying his best to carry this all with me, being an excellent father.
Sometimes it's just hard to see and remember.
Hugs, Momone
