Exactly.

I saw this on pinterest recently and could totally relate.  People tell me I am handling this well and that I seem to be doing great.  I am doing okay, but it's not because it is easy.  It is a fight every single day, and every morning I make a choice.  Some days I don't do as well putting on that smile, but I get out of bed every morning and choose to keep going.  I mean it when I say I am not angry.  I am not, but I am a mother trying to figure out how to move on and how to enjoy my life while carrying a broken, aching heart.  One day it will be easier, but for now I fight and I make a choice to pull it together because there are people who need me to.