ONE DAY AT A TIME

Needless to say, it’s a day-to-day struggle. There are good days and bad days. I’d like to tell you that after all these years, I’m over it and it doesn’t affect my daily life. But that's not true at all. I do always remember that those “bad” days will pass. I try to take it one day at a time. My dad always told me “It may get worse before it gets better, but it will eventually get better.” And I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish he didn’t think I was so strong. Because most of the time, I feel anything but strong. But maybe, just maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit!?!