Not sure why, maybe just the feels or the sleep.
Not that there isn’t anyone thing…several reason, but none of them fit the right shape.
Reading a bit on people helping each other today too …
Longing & regret – but not of loneliness of the heart for one’s true love … rather for the love of the heart for one’s son gone:
A dad talks about what he would have done differently with his addicted son.
This writing leaves me hanging somewhat … I like his start, I’m not sure what to think of his end.