The well of tears is deep and never seems to go dry for long.

Every time the phone rings I cringe. I don’t want to know.

I think I’ve calmed down, stopped crying, am able to somewhat function…and then it begins all over again.

In desperation I try to distract myself by reading, playing computer games, cleaning, anything but TV, I can’t bear having the TV on.

Lots of snow falling.

No one to talk to–usually that doesn’t bother me.

It bothers me.

I have never felt so alone.

My heart feels heavy.