As I go into this third year,

As the days get shorter and the nights get longer,

And it gets harder to get out of bed, 

I contemplate whether all this was worth it. 

Whether it was worth waking up. 

My heart hurts and my soul is tired

And now I don’t know if I’ll make it to see year three. 



There will never be enough words in any language to describe this feeling. 

Until we meet again. I love you.