I will be honest. It is absolutely so hard to find the effort within me to write. It is so hard to make myself want to write anything after the loss of my mother. I am trying to get back into things but honestly, it is the hardest thing to do. I wanted to finish Rhea this year so bad. It was going to be even better than Willow. It was going to be really good. Then everything fell apart. I lost writing, I lost reading, I lost my sanity, I lost my desire to eat, I lost alot. All because I lost one person. I don't know when I will get back writing. I have no idea when I will be be me again or if I ever will be. I have no idea. And that is the worst part of all of this. The unknown. I will not know anything until the moment that it decides to happen and that terrifies me. I won't know when I will be fully happy again, I don't know if I will ever laugh like I used to again, I don't know when I will stop faking like I am alright. I don't know when I really will be....From what I have been told from my therapist, I never will again. And that I will just need to find a way to cope with that. If that is the truth, then I am willing to take whatever drugs they decide for me, I am willing to give up my personality to feel okay again. I just wanna be okay for you guys, for everyone. I love you all.......