So supposedly those things that are hardest for us to do in life are the exact same things that "make us stronger." Some days I think I'd just prefer to be a wimp.
Today was a hard day... a very hard day. And I'm sure ultimately I'll be a better person for it, but it brings me little comfort now. When you've cried so much your entire face aches and your brain is like a giant ball of cotton, it's hard to think that anything positive can come from that.
Empty and alone, that's how I feel today. Drained and deflated.
amor y paz,