I feel so anxious knowing the truth and accepting sh*t. Last night, before sleeping, I moved on a little in life. Currently, I am with my mom. My back hurts a little, but I just want to be with her. I am helping her with some chores. I am also visiting my whole soul, Bappa, who loves and cherishes me. I feel so weak internally that I just want to lay my head in the temple and cry like a baby. This faith in God had made me peaceful rather than lost. I am no longer lonely—maybe hurt, disappointed, or betrayed—but never lonely because God is constantly here with me. We connect, and everyone else is a temporary connection, so it's okay. I am not happy, but I am not sad either. I am grateful for everything, from meeting my sister to seeing Bappa.
