Dear diary, it's been 43 days,17 hours,26 minutes and probably 45 seconds since my Mom went to Heaven.
I wake up every morning waiting for the night and sleep every night waiting for the morning. My body feels like concrete, my taste buds refuse to do their job and my heart beat only returned to my chest about a week ago.
I'm confused and I feel like I'm gradually getting demented.
I don't know who that girl in the mirror is anymore and I have to constantly fight the urge to pull my hair out.
But through it all The Lord gives Joy and Comfort to myself and my entire family members.
It's 5:34pm I'll be joining my sister in the kitchen soon.
Good night Diary 💋
