I keep reminding myself, it could be worse. I feel so alone, isolated, far from my loved ones, and like an utter failure. Then, I think, why should I focus on how much worse it could be? It doesn’t make me feel better, or any happier. I actually feel worse. Because as bad as I feel, there are people who feel more desolate and lost than I do. If that’s possible, and I’m sure it is, then I’m just now starting to understand the depravity of this world. It truly is a dark and lonely place. Instead, I try to focus on my Savior. It is hard because I cannot see him or feel him right now. But I know he’s there. And right now, that’s enough to get me to tomorrow.