Tomorrow will mark the 100th day of missing him.

It took me 100 days of depression.

100 sleepless nights.

100 dollars or more to pay for therapy, doctor’s appointments, and medication.

100 days of crying.

100 days of frustration.

100 thoughts racing through my mind all at once on a daily basis.

100 mistakes.

100 lessons.

100 realizations.

100 calories a day.

100 days.


Tomorrow is a big day.

I am starting fresh.

My journey has been rough.

I will still have my moments.

But I am strong.