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The one constant is time. While one is alive, it will continue to pass, refusing to cease, regardless of whether one is equipped to face the next day.
I’ve taken one step in front of the other. At first, there was nothing to do but go through the motions. My heart was a black abyss of remorse. One day at a time, I’ve worked to let go of my feelings of guilt, heartache, loneliness, and regret. Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, no doubt, but I did.
Going through the motions gave me a purpose, a schedule of next steps. I might have been frightened of the next day, but I knew I could, at the very least, make it through my next class, then dinner with Cara, and then my shift at work. I checked off small increments of time before I was completing them without extended effort. I didn’t ch
