The past two weeks have been overwhelming.

It’s been one thing after another.

Denver got sick.

My dad’s Parkinson’s has reared its ugly head something fierce.

Denver’s teenage life blew up into all sorts of drama.

Husband had some big decisions to make at work, and the end result was the exact opposite that we’d been hoping for over the past few years.

I think my head might have exploded at one point.

I’ve been short tempered.

I’ve slept too much to cope.

I haven’t eaten enough.

I’ve only eaten crap.

I haven’t written a word.

But I’m still here.

I’m hoping this is the other side of hell week(s).

I’m putting one foot in front of the other.

Trying not to make a sound.

Trying to remember that positive side of me and find that silver lining.

Trying to not reawaken the dragon.

Because life doesn’t wait for you to cross the tight rope.

It keeps going on.

And so will I.