Okay. One more.
I feel more “complete” when I read my bible. I don’t know… I hadn’t picked it up in so long, really. Now that I started that plan, I don’t want to quit.
But I’m still struggling. I bawled last night while I was praying. I’m pretty sure I woke up my mom. I feel like I’m being torn into pieces.
…And I miss my dad. I want him home. I want him to gain enough mobility back so he can get around decently. I just really miss him.