Grief is living in the deep end. Sink or swim. Consider the options. At any moment you can choose to swim, to continue to struggle against the current, to keep your head above water. Or you can choose to sink, to let your arms go limp, to gulp in the dark murky water, and die.

Every breath is a choice. A choice to continue. A decision to believe. To believe that tomorrow will be better, and if not tomorrow, then perhaps the next day. Every breath is a choice, and that choice is hope.