The past couple of weeks have been very hard. The cancer scare and not knowing what was going on with that and old anniversaries that I can't seem to let go of, have all piled up to drag me down.
Today is the first time, even for a short time, that I feel like myself again. It didn't last long, but for a few moments I laughed just because.
It made me think about how important those small moments are. They keep me on this side of the edge and remind me that things will get better. I find myself looking for them.
Now I'm tired and back to feeling like crap, but knowing that tomorrow I may wake up and have myself back again, helps it not feel so bad.