It's been two days since he was taken away. I am absolutely grief-stricken, and can barely bring myself to do anything. It may have been the right thing to do, but I don't know if I can ever heal from this. The pain is beyond unbearable. I don't know when my heart will ever stop hurting. I hate my mind for taking him away from me, making me unable to care for him the way I wanted to. I wish I could turn back time and make things different. I wish I hadn't had to let him go.
I don't know what the future will be. Everything seems uncertain. The world is distorted and blurry. I don't know if I exist. I seem to be vanishing. I've cried so many times. I'm in therapy now. I would give anything to get better and have him here with me again. But he's gone now, I've lost him forever. He is never coming back and I have to live with this.
I don't even know what I'm saying. My sadness is beyond what words can describe adequately. My heart is completely broken. It may never be whole again.
I don't know what the future will be. Everything seems uncertain. The world is distorted and blurry. I don't know if I exist. I seem to be vanishing. I've cried so many times. I'm in therapy now. I would give anything to get better and have him here with me again. But he's gone now, I've lost him forever. He is never coming back and I have to live with this.
I don't even know what I'm saying. My sadness is beyond what words can describe adequately. My heart is completely broken. It may never be whole again.