My Daughter

I feel frustration.  

I am not sure how to motivate.

Want to scream.

Want to cry.

Want to hit something.

Feel like I am hitting a brick wall.

I am sure she is hurting.

I wish I could hold her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay.

I want her to want something...anything.

I feel pain.

I feel sadness.

I feel love.

I feel hope.

I feel like we can make it through together.

I want to see her be happy.

Someday she will look back and learn something from this.

Will I be here to see her do that?

I LOVE her.

I am grateful for Emma.