I wish I could mold something, anything out of this cloud of grief and depression, but everything right now feels impossible. My days are not marked with joy, with happiness, with optimism. It’s all black. And if not for the cat, I wouldn’t be here.
I wish I could mold something, anything out of this cloud of grief and depression, but everything right now feels impossible. My days are not marked with joy, with happiness, with optimism. It’s all black. And if not for the cat, I wouldn’t be here.