That feel where you think you’re finally making progress. Then it all comes crashing down.. again. How many more times am I going to have to pick up the pieces? I’m running out of glue.
"There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart, the wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant. And only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn who was strong enough to survive it."