I go through each day trying to control tears from falling. My family has made me feel blessed, loved, and thankful. They give me reason to go on living. To face the next days of my existence at least with a half smile, because I know that though tomorrow does not promise sunshine, I can bear my burden. Because somewhere in this world, I am loved. He might not love me enough to be stronger, but my family does. It is painful and liberating at the same time. I wish things would get better. I know they will. In time, they will. I just hope it's sooner.