I remember many times when I didn’t think I could make it another breath much less another day/week/month/year. I remember being so down and so broken that I didn’t think the pieces could ever be found much less put back together. And even though I will always have a missing piece in my heart (and maybe a couple in my mind), I have found a way to keep moving forward. Some days will always be harder than others. Those days you just do your best, keep moving, and be glad when it’s time to sleep, because tomorrow is a brand new day.