It is still breaking my heart 5 months later. I spend at least a couple of hours with him every day. I feel like he is in a good facility...but still, the guilt is unbearable.
I want to take him home, but realize that I can't. Some days are good, some bad. I feel like my day depends on how I perceived him during our last visit...my life is still not my own, and I am beginning to think that I am falling apart at the seams.