Grateful is not the same as happy.

Happy is fleeting.

Grief is selfish.  It has to be.  I’m grieving for what I lost.  I have empathy for what others lost.

Sunshine helps with happy, but is in rare supply here,now.

It’s possible to carry burdens and not feel the weight until it starts to break you.

My Way seems grim.

Tomorrow may be better.

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