Grief

I hate this low place. Hate it. Hate that others don't understand it. Hate that I have to go through it. Every morning I wake up wondering what I'm going to do to avoid the deep pain in my heart. How to get around it and not feel it. I hate that even my faith can't make it better. It is what it is. Pain. Grief. Sorrow. And it feels like it's never going to end ...