Dear Struggling Self,
You can't see the forest through the trees,
you feel like you're drowning, suffocating,
just trying to wrap your head around it all.
Yes, you have had a rough four years,
but you have to over his death.
Yes, he loved you with all his might,
but that won't change your perdicament.
You can't see the light at the end of the tunnel,
the light is so far away that you are shrouded in darkness,
it feels like you will be in darkness forever.
Yes, you feel like you should be smooth sailing,
but you have one more storm to ride out.