So sorry. I have many days like that, and I just have one kid, though girls going through puberty are TOUGH.

I wonder that too, why do I keep going on? I am so rarely happy. Why did God let me live through that God-awful perforated ulcer? Ten minutes later, I'd have had my daughter at school, dropped my purse and gone to bed, likely to die or end up with sepsis, in shock, or coding. And that recovery was so darn painful (physicially, a bit emotionally too). I got through the worst pain I've felt my entire life, and now I'm like why?

I think there's a purpose, somewhere, somehow. I just wish I'd find it already.

My family, I guess. My daughter. The hope that one day I will find a healthy balance.