Everyday it consumes me.

It breaks me down, eating away at my soul.

I remember everything.

The good memories, the bad memories.

Mostly the bad.

I can't recall a time that I was ever happy with her.

She made sure I wasn't, for her own self gain.

Maybe she couldn't help herself.

The mourning was too much, so she flew away from it.

She took me with her.

Instead of heaven, she dragged me to hell.

But through all the pain, I managed to escape.

I fought, and I won.

It was not easy, but it is possible.

Never give up hope.

Joy will come.