Today was going to be long. Just like every day. A struggle to make it through each hour. A fight to fill her day with anything and everything so as to eliminate an idle mind. Because in the calm moments, where there was time to think, there was time to worry. About her present, her future, things she would change in the past. Time to think of all the what-ifs. Time where the stress and doubt would tear down the strength of will that she had poured herself into building.
She would rather be exhausted than give up what she'd worked so hard for.
She would not let herself lose.