My heart is still aching from the events of the week. I am still quite fragile.

I am depressed, but I think I’m moving towards recovery. When I think about Him, my heart drops and a gentle sigh comes out. I had high hopes for the both of us. Sent a lot of positive energy into the relationship so things could work.

Little did I know he would feel so much pressure. Under Pressure.

I can’t cry anymore, but I want to. I’m exhausted and drained.

I want to run away… I almost did, but I chose not to. I chose to stay to confront my demon(s). I chose to stay because of Hope. I chose to stay because All Will Be Well.