And then there are days...

Where I feel like I'm slowly dying and fading away. Mom has always taught me to be strong. I'm trying so hard to keep my head held high. If enough hasn't happened in my life in the past three months, I don't know what more I can take. Surely, I believe in good karma. Surely, I believe in good people and that good things happen to good people. Where's my break? I'm exhausted and tired. I keep pushing forward but things keep happening that's pushing me so many steps back. This is a fight I don't want to lose. I have to keep myself positive because people are counting on me. I will battle with this depression and anxiety for as long as I can stand. You won't take the best of me yet.