Am I enjoying life? Nope
But am I still alive? Yes
So I guess I should feel blessed that I get to see another day...
Another day of seeing my children, I really am blessed when I think about it.
I just wish I didnt have the intrusive thoughts I get daily.
At least im becoming strong enough to fight my demons.
I have a roof over my head and my 4 children are all healthy.
Im trying to focus on the positives I have in life.
Its so damn hard, trying to remain positive when you feel dead inside, but here I am making it work.
I might hate life, but im living proof that we do become strong enough to fight our demons.
I am living proof, lets face it.
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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