I mean this both literally and figuratively. For awhile, dear Persephone, you seemed to be doing very well. Your life looked as if it was getting back on track and you were making better decisions. I’m not sure what has happened, but I feel you again withdrawing, going into that world that I’ve never understood. What is the allure of that world? It consumes you, drawing you in like a moth to light. Will you come away unscathed this time? Or will you, like the moth, die because of an attraction that cannot be explained.
Again, I worry. How long will it be this time before you find yourself in that dark place, unable to climb out and are successful this time in doing yourself in?
I’m losing my beautiful girl again. I hope this time it is not for keeps. However, I’m not sure how many more times I will get before it is for keeps.