10 years ago today my Nana died. 14 years ago my mom had a double transplant to save her life. 2 years ago I graduated college. 11 years ago we were losing the house. 2 years ago I had $3 to my name. And the rock keeps moving. Up or down, it keeps moving.
I made an instagram post with that text attached to it. Loss is a very real thing, but we all have to become accustomed to it to continue living in this world. I constantly deal with depression and unhappiness, but sometimes I need to step back and realize that emotions are not indicative of who we are as people. I may be unhappy, but I am not an unhappy person.
Despite all of my struggles, which are nothing compared to some, I'm still here and I'm still pushing the rock up the hill. I'm pretty grateful for that.
