We get blessed with good days. Wonderful days. That's what yesterday was. Until just before I went to sleep. Then everything fell apart and I haven't been able to shake the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, since.
I realize that everything happens for a reason and all things work together for good. I also realize I'm probably being dramatic, but for me, it's a big deal. It's completely worth how upset I am.
I'm determined to have a good day though. Whether I can shake the sick feeling in my stomach or not, whether I become happy or not, I WILL have a good day. I WILL. I'm fighting for it and I will not give up. Never. Through Jesus, I will be victorious.