I Hate These Nights…
When I feel an ache. An ache that spreads through every fiber of my being. For my family’s struggles. My friend’s pain and heartache. Love I have lost. For my poor health/fitness. For the financial struggles of everyone I know. The fact I may be holding my family back. For never knowing if we’ll be okay.
I may be thinking too much. I might be blaming myself for things that aren’t my fault. Worrying about problems that aren’t mine. But this isn’t what I was expecting to deal with so early in my adulthood. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for this.

