Just. Keep. Going.

One breath at a time. One moment at a time. One hour at a time. One day at a time.

Just. Keep. Going.

I have said this to myself so many times since my husband first started showing signs that he was ill in 2018, when I lost him in 2019, and every moment since.

Sometimes, it has literally been on repeat, moment by moment. With every sob. Every breath. 

Sometimes, I make it a few minutes, a few hours, even a few days.

Somedays, I feel like I am "getting there" and try to acknowledge the glimmers of hope and joy. 

Other days I drop to my knees in disbelief, panic, and heartache. Frantic to know "how am I going to keep doing this".

I can't YET answer this for myself, but I am trusting it is coming. 

What I do know is that somehow, I am still here facing it, feeling it, living it, and making it to the next moment.

I know it feels impossible. 

I know it's hard. 

I know it hurts. 

I know you are exhausted.

Just. Keep. Going.

Slow or fast.

There is no timeline.

No "better way" to do this.

Rest where you can. 

Cry. Stomp. Scream. When you need to. 

You've got this!