I've been doing a lot of complaining here. Sorry. You don't have to read this, but it does help to vent somewhat.
As I said in my last blog entry, It's been a bit of a rough week. Nothings changed. Except that now I have a reason to feel awful. Today, on top of having a very terrible day at work, I had to take my five year old son to the hospital. You know how scary it is to have to rush them to the ER?
Thankfully, it wasn't anything terribly serious and he was allowed to come back home, but it did not put me in the finest mood. Poor little guy keeps crying and saying his head hurts every few hours. Nothing is more heartbreaking than seeing your little one in pain.
Then as the cherry on top, drama. Here. The one escape I really had. In the end, nothing changed. Nothing was fixed. I just had to distance myself from it and be the bigger person and hope that it's just over. No point in crying over some mean words, after all. I do like to think I deserve better.
At the end of the day, I guess I just need to stay strong and do what is best for me and my own happiness. I can't change minds and I can't preform miracles. Gatta keep my head up and keep walking forward. No matter how hard it rains, I won't stop.
I'm strong. I'm beautiful. And I am going to beat you, depression! Watch. Your. Back.