3/4/26 - Ready for bed. Dear God, The house visits are slowly stopping now. The questions of “how are you really doing?” have grown quieter. I can almost feel the unspoken thought in the room sometimes, that I should be doing a lot better by now. There are moments in the middle of normal conversations where I feel like I might fall apart, like the weight of everything might suddenly spill out. But I hold it in because I know people don’t always know what to do with that kind

2/4/26 - At home, again. Dear God, We are only a couple of weeks in, and the strength I felt before feels like it is disappearing. I find myself more irritated and easily annoyed. I try to find the strength to keep going, but honestly, being in bed in a dark room feels more comforting. I have never experienced depression before. I guess never say never, right. I did not even realize I was dealing with depression until someone mentioned it. That was when I could finally pinpoi