Grief. Pain. Loss. Those words are full of darkness and despair. All three of them coursing through my heart, body, and soul. One bad decision on top of another bad decision. I love him but I pushed him away, unintentionally and without realizing that I was doing it. Now all I have is empty hours spent praying to God he loves me enough to come home.

I blame myself. I don’t know how to fix it.

Depression creeps in. Sits on my chest like a mighty demon.