I am willing to try anything to take away the pain and the emptiness eating me up each day. I don’t know how much longer I can keep putting a brave face on for the world and how much suffering I feel when I close the door when I get home. There are ghosts at home which seem to haunt me as soon as I turn off the light and close my eyes.

I want to move forward but I am going to the city where we were together for the last time this week. I am not sure how I am going to cope.