Grief

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.