In the icy grip of despair, my heart waits for the warmth of gentle hands to melt away the freeze. For every frost, there is a thaw; for every winter, a spring.
"Forgive my abruptness, for it stems not from the heart, but from the burdens of stress, depression, and anxiety. It's a struggle to love and understand as deeply as I wish to be loved and understood."
"In seeking solace within forgiveness, I found torment, Her gracious pardons, a weight heavier than expected, Each absolution piercing my soul like a dagger, Her forgiveness, a bitter poison, consuming my being."