I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I’m not the mother you wish you had. I’m sorry I’m not the friend I once was. I’m sorry I can’t accept your lovely offer for a date yet.

You see…I am trying to keep my head above water. But the undertow is strong and it’s taking all of my strength just to keep treading water.

It’s taking every moment of every day to just look for the good. Just to see the tiny bit of light.

I thought this would be my year of healing. But instead of reaching the end of the dark night of my soul, I fear I have seen only just the beginning.