I have lost track of time. I don't remember how long we have been living this new way of life. I was fine in the beginning. This week I am struggling. I can't focus. I want to be out and about. I want my old life. I miss my old life. I want to enjoy my daughter, freely. I don't want to live in fear. I don't want her to grow up living in fear. I know this will take time to go away and for us to go back to our old lives, or maybe we will never go back to our old lives. But I hope we do. I will continue to be patient and will continue to find the silver lining in this, because I always tend to rely on those silver linings.
