I just can’t seem to shake this infection. Grieving process is taking its toll on me. I keep working, I really shouldn’t be – but it keeps me from thinking about how much pain I truly feel everyday, every minute, every second. I’ve been on my knees a lot this week praying, asking God to have mercy on me. Why am I continuing to live when all I want is to stop the merry-go-round of life and get off. Just when I get to the end of my rope – he sends me what I need to get through that moment. Hope, a light, a small beacon of assurance that I may survive.