These last few weeks have been the hardest weeks. Let me even take that back further , since July when we found the babies lung mass, it's been non stop stress. BUT, since January bad things have been happening one after one, and it's been hard. This last bad thing, my daughter in the hospital for second time in a month, just broke me. I am human, I can only take so much, and all these things just kept happening, and I couldn't recover from one thing, before another thing happened. I finally have broke, I'm not myself and slowly trying to pick up the pieces. I'm a strong woman, but things just got to be too much and it's understandable. I'm proud of myself though, for still standing, staying positive, and taking care of myself. One day at a time, God is good. I got out today to get my hair done and it felt so good, I needed that. ✨ Don't forget to take care of yourself, and that this too shall pass. Tough times don't last, tough people do!