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Trying not to fail him is hard. Trying not to drown in my own river of tears is harder. Complete and total faith in myself is no longer an option, and there's barely a soul for support.

Common sense says to just give it time. Give it space. Let it be. While the heart says there is no time. Fight for it. Don't give up.

But I'm beginning to wonder if there is at all any hope for me. If my tears are even worth consideration. If my ideas are even of any value. If I, myself, have any worth...

The fact that it took "this" just to open my eyes, is hard for me to wrap my brain around. The idea of it all being over is even more difficult.