Dearest Kalan,

I keep pressing myself to go on, willing myself to live each day through but it's become so difficult as of late. I find myself distilling the hollow ripples of my life through excessive sleep. Some days I lay in bed unable to move or wake. I find the temptation of dreams and fantasies more worthwhile than the emptiness that awaits in reality. It seems wrong to live this way, almost as though we were meant to live for so much more. But I haven't. I live for the sake of our family, not for the sake of my sanity.
How trivial this must sound. But I have no one else to turn to. No one that would listen and understand, or...even try to understand. My voice tries to speak but is not heard. Dad wouldn't listen, Mom wouldn't understand, Christina would just sneer, and Mary would pity. So I keep quiet, laying laziness to blame for my excessive sleeping. When really, my will to go on has expired into a dying flame.
...I'll never let go, Kalan. No matter how miserable or how hollow life gets. I'll live for you and for our family. If not for my happiness, then for the sake of theirs.

Love you always.