“But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.” ― Anne Brontë

I'm trying.

That is the best that I can do right now.  

I feel as though it's the only thing I can do right now.

I hate that I moved back in with my parents.

I love that I moved back in when I did though.  My mom has been so supportive of my little family, of husband and me, these past few weeks.  

I hate that I hafta grow up.

I love that I hafta grow up, because it means that I might actually face and conquer some of my inner most demons that I think I've hidden pretty damn well.

I hate that I feel like crying every day.

I love that I cry every day because it brings me to my knees and encourages me to plead with my Father in Heaven that I can keep going on.

Crying lets all the hurt out.