Strength?

I don’t think it’s strength that keeps me going.  I read the posts of another lady who’s going through similar b.s. and someone recently commented on her post and said something about how strong she is.  I’ve been told the same.  It doesn’t feel like strength.  It feels like I’m on the verge of breaking down at any given moment.  It’s like a thin line between functioning and becoming a complete mess.  So strength?  I don’t know, I just try to get through the day.  I’m sure she does the same thing.  The kids depend on me.  She has kids too and their almost as young.  I can’t just give up because they depend some much on me.  If we give up on ourselves, we’re giving up on them to.  And that’s absolutely impossible to do.  I don’t know how I’d be able to get through this without them.  I know for sure that I wouldn’t be as exhausted.  I’d probably be spending more time at the bar … not like I spend time at the bar nowadays anyways but if I did I would definitely be spending more if I didn’t have my kiddies.

So again, strength?  It sounds like a polite way to describe it.  But I don’t think it’s accurate.  What’s a more fitting term?  Maybe we just get through the day because the level of exhaustion, both emotionally and physically, is beyond comprehension.