It’s been close to 300 days since the last time I thought about killing myself and eventhough I understand that recovery isn’t linear, this one came a bit differently that the others.
If you allow me, God… can I still see my daughter? Will you take care of her heart? Protect her from heartbreak that might came if I decided to not be in the life she lives? Or will you doom me for eternity, condemn me with pain on a loophole and let her wounds be open until it gets infected?
Allow me to beg, at least for the sake of her happiness. Let her still be happy, protect her for she is as pure as your heavens.















