It's getting harder and harder to keep on a happy face. He is so incredibly depressed, and it's starting to get me down too. I'm not complaining or anything, I totally understand why he's so depressed, it's just getting really hard for me not to freak out myself. But one of us has to keep it together. Usually, that's him. He's always the one with the "It'll all be alright" attitude, my rock. Now the roles are reversed, and I am not used to that.

Right now, I'm just taking it one day at a time. If I look ahead, I freak out. I don't look past tomorrow. One day at a time. TODAY we have a roof over our heads. TODAY we have food on the table. TODAY there's still a couple of bucks in my wallet.