I love her unconditionally, more than she realizes, more than she probably wants me too. I love my daughter more than anyone else. Yet, she has truly tested me this week. She made me doubt my own worth, my love for myself, and made me doubt my self-acceptance.
But I wake another day to face the challenges thrown at me, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
I have got to come up with some better, different coping skills. I need to be ready, ready for anything. I have to remain strong. She needs me no matter how hard she tries to push me away.
But I will continue to get back up everytime I fall, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
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