April 8, 2025

Dear Diary,

Emotions and exhaustion are all so consuming lately. After all the recent events of health diagnoses, loss, stress, all of it is leaving me with such a resoundingly bitter taste ebbing down to my soul that can’t be washed out. No sense of reprieve is leaving me with a feeling of hopeless desperation for release. Counting down the time now is becoming such a perpetual tortuous waiting game that I’m not sure I can handle until the end. I’m not sure how you did, papa. This is becoming a deeper hell in itself than I realized it could be.

I can’t wait to see you again and be free. Hear you call me sweetheart again and have another cigarette smelling hug that I’ll always remember. Love you, papa. Hope to see you sooner rather than later.