I’m having quite possibly the hardest day I’ve ever had. I don’t like this at all. I don’t like being scared. I am so thankful that my brother is on a plane right now to come and do this with me. I’m tired of doing it alone already. It is far too much all at once. I have to be the strong one and so I have to leave the room if I’m going to cry. I can not break down. I have to be and always have been the one who has to hold it together for her. And she needs that now more than ever. I know that my brother will take some of this weight for me.
(Not Strong Enough)