Nothing makes sense right now.

We drove to the north and I thought it would help, but I've made myself a new den.

I was so confused. I don't understand how I feel, I told myself.

Anxiety and depression swirl in a horrible stew; one constantly replacing the other.

They tell me to stay strong. You should take care of her with everything in you. She needs you more than ever.

Once she is gone, she's gone. Whatever you choose to do now will weigh on you when she leaves this earth.

Fuck that.

Haven't I done enough?

For over a year I've been with her. Is it so bad I cannot do these last two weeks?

8-12-22