I have to believe that things are going to get better, because if I don't believe it, I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow. I am so lucky to have my husband. Matt is the only reason I have coped this long, but I'm not sure I am strong enough to keep going any more. I am amazed and in awe daily of the way so many others deal with this illness and manage to keep a smile on their faces. Matt says I am strong enough to handle whatever life throws at me, after all, God only gives you as much as you can handle in life, but sometimes, on days like today, I just can't make myself believe that. So I will continue to tell myself that it will get better, and maybe tomorrow when the sun comes up, I will believe it.