Dear GB

I'm not okay. I'm not whole. I'm not together. I am not okay.

I feel ready to fall apart at the seams. Like I keep stuffing it all down and one day I am going to rip open and spill out. But who would care?

I miss you, I miss you caring about me. Just once I want someone to say, "how are you?" and really mean it. I miss you wondering how I'm doing. I miss you wanting to know about me. I miss your hugs.

Does anyone care? Does anyone really want to help me through? Can anyone see through the facade?

I love you GB. I miss you with every breath.

~Your daughter, Claire