Day 328
I thought knowing would make things better. And I guess it does take away some of the anxiety that not knowing brings—some of the torment your imagination subjects you to—but it also crushes even the smallest fragments of hope.
Whatever percentage of dread and anxiety and hope I had has now been replaced by overwhelming, unabating agony.
Sadness is all now. Unforgiving, unrelenting anguish.
My little girl is gone and she’s never coming back to me.