Why is being an adult so hard? The days of my life today are not what I dreamt of when I was growing up. I can barely count the days when I wake up not feeling anxious. I am uncertain. How do I execute my next moment? My head is heavy with thoughts.

I can't help but worry about my next meal.

The piling rent arrears.

The never-ending utility bills.

How to build a never-ending, growing income.

Nobody taught me that life never gets easy when you are a parent. My two little bunnies look up to me with hope and expectations. They want this, they need that. The weight on my shoulder is unbearable!

Anxiety is killing me on the inside! The hope igniting the little flame burning within me is barely surviving.

Only God knows how I will get through the next minute! My resilience and perseverance are my only armor.

Nonetheless, I fight to see and live another day! What else can a warrior do?