It's almost August 3.

It's almost August 3. As always this time of year, I'm depressed. I miss him.

Started taking anti depressants because I'm to the point of not being able to cope with things. I'm lonely, I miss being touched.

I miss holding hands, I miss a lot.

I'm in a weird head space lately and just blah.

Pray for me.

Please.

Love,

Me

I Prayed for Something Different

Well, after years and years of praying for the same thing...Today I changed my prayer.

I never in a million years thought I would get to this point. I'm still in disbelief that I'm finally to this point.

My eyes opened. My hearts at peace with it.

I have prayed. He will answer.

He is faithful, He is good. I'm tired of fighting His will.

I'm ready.

Keeping praying for me please.

Pray hard.

Love,

Me