Thursday, February 09, 2006
It’s been one month, 21 days, 18 hours. . .
Yes, I have gone longer without seeing my sweet Kyra but this time it seems as unbearable as if it had been six months or more. I try not to give up hope, but knowing that her mother really doesn’t want her to see me at all, it is hard to keep that hope up. She is the light of my life, and the depression I have undergone in the time that she has been kept from me has been a living hell. It is a grief, much like I imagine one goes through when losing someone they love. I have become a shell of the person I was before, finding little joy in activities I was loved. I find myself unable to read as much as I used to, becoming a recluse on the weekends. I know I must force myself to get out of bed (and away from the computer – my once source of comfort) but I have little motivation to do so. So here I am, each day I spend away from her another day I miss out on her sweetness and the things we shared – especially reading to her.
# posted by Beachreader @ 2:47 PM 
