Somedays I think I'm okay. Other days I'm just not. I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Too much on my mind I guess. People say to take your life one day at a time, but on the hardest days even that feels like too much. On those days, I can only manage to take it one single minute at a time. Now you have to get up, Kayla. Now you have to brush your teeth. Now you have to drive to therapy. Things like that. Eleanor and I are leaving for Toronto on Monday. I'm excited and nervous (what's the word for that? Anxious? Or does that mean something else? Anyway.) because of last Christmas. Because of what happened last time we went to my dads'. Because of what Eleanor said about having panic attacks. Stuff like that. I just hope things will be normal for once.
