06/04/2022
" After the death of a family member, I am the one who begins to realize that that member has done all that is best for me. I can't go and commit su***de because of this, but I'm crying because the family member didn't live with us. I would greet him every day, but that was not the case. I am the one who begged God to bring him back.
The past makes me cry. It's not the first time I've been an adult, maybe even when I was little I suffered so much. I suffer because God does not fulfill my desire to bring it back to me. I pray in tears to rest.
Maybe I said that if I put some pictures on him, I'll be fine. It is not easy to overlook the death of a family member. I calmed down after a month and went there again, but I told him I was with my father!
The one who taught me to be a good girl! The one who raised me! Then my mother died too! She suffered a panic attack. "