My weakness

My weakness is not something I generally talk about. Its not something I open up about with anyone. My husband doesn't even know that I struggle with this weakness near every day. Some days are easier than others, some days hurt. My weakness is something I lost, and then something I gave up. My weakness is something I can't have right now, but seems like everyone else is getting at this point in their lives. Its a pinge of jealousy, as well as a hole in my heart that I am just waiting to fill. I keep counting down the years. Years that are not fun to countdown.

I have tried to erase memories, and I have tried to unfollow reminders but I can't keep hiding from it. There really is no hiding from it. I have had my depression from it, and thanks to my husband I am completely out of that, but I can't tell you I am over it completely. I can't tell anyone I don't think about it often. I can tell you each day I am little bit stronger.

Tragedy happens to us all in different forms, right? Its not the tragedy that should define the person that you are, its how you handle your tragedy.

I am a happy person overall. I have a great life. I have a job that most 20 years don't just get. I have an amazing husband who decided to have a life with me. I am pretty healthy. I have been given the opportunity to go to school. My weakness doesn't define me. It will make me stronger.