speaking to a presence that no longer reassures .... an unsteady pillar that once held me strong. It’s been a month… A month of fighting, of being irritable and restless — but only to be met with silence. It’s been a month of talking, sharing, and breaking down — but only into empty space, no arms to hold the heaviness. It’s been a month of smiling, laughing, pretending — but only in front of an unsteady pillar that no longer leans back. The clock keeps ticking, alarms ring, reminders buzz — but there’s no one to be picked up, no one to return. Even the warmth I find in these fragile comforts, feels unfamiliar, even frightening — because fear now hides in everything and nothing. Still, I promise to rise, to gather the strength you once believed I had. I will try to be strong for the kids, for our life. But I need to ask… You said you'd come back for our kids — can you assure me that your hands are still guiding them, blessing them, protecting them? You don’...
.jpeg)
