every single day mourning her death it got to the point

for i have lost me r

i rejected their comfort and withdrew into myself. I spent most of my t

rds the world only grew, and i found myself lashing out at people for no reason. M

They took me to a therapist, but i refused to open up or engage in any meaningful conve

mptoms of depression. I had trouble sleeping, lost his appetite, and had freque

l there. I would tell her about my day, my hopes and dreams for the future, and how much i've mi

m. They tried to get me to seek help, to talk to a th

leeping, and stopped caring about anything except Lily. I began to feel tha

nt t