Let's Be Honest... in Fresh Start...

Just for a minute…

Every night I go to sleep thinking about curling up in bed with F and how we just fit together perfectly… like puzzle pieces. It’s the only thing that gets me to sleep at night. Having his arms around me as I went to sleep was the absolute best feeling. I miss that so much. And I feel entirely pathetic for still being hung up on him.

I have trouble getting out of bed most mornings. I’m extremely depressed. And I don’t really see a light at the end of the tunnel. Everyone is sick of hearing about it. So I bottle it up. But pretending to be remotely ok or happy is getting increasingly difficult.