One Day at a Time

OK y'all.
Some of you are just stalkers (JK). Some of you are friends. Some of you are family.
But here's the thing: If you've come within a 20 ft. radius of me OR I have your phone number, you've probably experienced a number of things:

1. Crying. And I mean howling sobs that make me look like a wounded shape-shifter in the Twilight series (yeah WHATEVER, I read them, ok? AND saw the movies, sue me). I mean, we're talking snot dripping-mascara running-splotchy face-ugly Kim Kardashian crying.

2. A roller coaster/tidal wave of UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN. It's like for 25 minutes, I am as normal as I can possibly be (what is normal, anyway?). AND THEN BOOM. Watch out, Hurricane Katrina (too soon?) is on her way & scary/mad/sad/sadistic/freaky Michelle is here! HOLLA.

3. Frequent trips to the bathroom. Enough said.

4. Questions. God, I am asking sooooo many questions. Blah? Blah? Blah? You've heard them. We've all been asked them. Enough with the questioning - it's DRIVING ME BATTY.

5. Fear. I'm terrified. Scared all the time. It's like the boogie man is living under my bed. I'm pretty much in a continual state of panic. Awesome.

The list could go on. But honestly, I am having a hard time being creative & funny with it.
I guess y'all are S.O.L.

The thing is, is there will always be tears when you hurt.
You will feel so unlike yourself when you are experiencing loss.
You will have violent diarrhea when your stomach is in constant knots.
You will question whether this is the best decision even when you know that you're doing the right thing.
You will be afraid when you are making such a life-altering choice. And you don't know any different.

I keep asking how I will accept this. How can I possible accept that it's over?
You know the answer?
TIME.
But here's a fun little twist to the whole TIME thing:
I have got to take it one day at a time.
Ay yi yi, I am dying over here!

In conclusion (because this is an 8th grade English paper) - I know that all things must pass.
I don't know a lot of things. And things I thought I knew weren't true at all.
So, please, dear friends, bear with me. I promise some day, this won't be so consuming and I'll be able to talk about the Ducks vs. Tennessee or the new Nordstrom Rack or the boy you think is really cute.
But until then: thank you for your unconditional love & support.
I need it now, more than ever.