Thought about my dad alot today, i'm sad inside.
I'm not showing it, nobody would know, I hide mypain really well.
I have this fake smile I parade everyday, regardless if i'm ok.
I have gained a stone over the festive period, I have eaten what I want, the problem I have is the medication apparently make you gain weight, that is what my psychiatrist told me.. fantastic!
Swear its one thing after another I have to battle with.
I look at myself in the mirror and I hate what I see looking back. When did this happen :(
When did I care about gaining weight?
Why do I hate what I see looking back at me?
I honestly disgust myself.
My sweet tooth is so bad.
June 14th My Son Is Coming Home.
The coroner has rang today and the funeral home. My son will be getting collected from Liverpool, Monday morning. Which means I can hopefully see him Tuesday. Its Friday today. It will be over 2 weeks since I last saw my child. As a mother, my body is yearning to see my son. I just need to hold him and kiss him on his head. I feel sickness to the pit of my stomach, I'm dreading seeing my baby in a coffin, I'm dreading the funeral. This shouldn't be happening. His funeral will be July 1st at 12.15. I just feel numb. Im convinced its not my son and he'll just arrive home at some point.. I feel hollow with a sick feeling in my stomach. A few of my friends delivered me a beautiful canvas of my son this morning. What beautiful, thoughtful people I have in my life. I don't really know how I feel or what to say, I don't understand how I'm still alive. I'm lost...
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