Hi,
It’s still hard. Sometimes that heavy hand of loneliness still press at my heart and I find it hard to breathe. There are times when the shields I created to protect myself are not strong enough and they (loneliness and fear) still reach me, and punish me until I have to weep and beg for them to stop. I still dream of the day when you come back to me. And everything will be alright again. But I know that day may never come.
