March 29th Sunday.
My son stepped off the 17th floor of a multistory car park in Liverpool at 5:30am Sunday morning. Ill never ever understand why he decided to take his own life. It literally kills me everyday. What must of been going through his head that morning. I dont think I can do this life anymore. The seasons are passing me by and im clueless to how im getting through them. Feel like life is passing me by and im stuck in one place. Grief, im stuck in grief. 1:38pm Sunday afternoon, my dad took his last breath as I held his hands. He saw me take my first breath and I watched him take his last. An image that haunts me daily. Cancer stole my father from me. Not going lie, im really struggling with life. Honestly, I dont want to be here anymore. I can't deal with losing my father and son. Im broken. Im fighting for a life that I dont even want anymore. My life is like groundhog day. I wake up, I try not to kill myself and I go to bed and do it all over again the next day. Im not living, im survi...