Yesterday felt hopeless. In the matter of a couple hours on Tuesday, I found out my Nana (my dad's mom) had died and my dad had been placed on a ventilator. Really the only thing I got done was writing out everything for my therapist so she knew what was going on before our appointment on Friday. I could not even manage three lines and 17 syllables, and at first I felt defeated because I was trying to post once a day, but then I remembered I'm supposed to be nice to myself and there were some days I posted twice, so...it still averages out in the end. Today, I went to do some things for my mom to help her, and we went to sit outside for a little bit because it was such a beautiful day; this picture was taken from the backyard. I think it was good for her to get out in the sun and the fresh air because when I talked to her this evening, she sounded so much more like herself. My dad's not out of the woods yet, but there have been some small positive steps since Tuesday night, so I'm hopeful he makes it off the ventilator soon. 💜