I miss my son.
I’m not okay.
Truthfully, I’m not.
I tried to seek professional help from one of the therapist the hospital recommended to me, but that was a flop. I tried reaching out to other therapist. Nobody got back in touch with me and the only one who did scheduled an appointment with me never called me so we could actually speak or have the appointment but she charged me despite her not calling me and the truth is I’m just tired. I miss my baby every day. I’m not someone who was built for this amount of grief I wasn’t built for it. Every connection I’m making in life is special to me no matter who they are. I love my husband, but he takes everything out on me. My life is falling apart. I finally found a new job, but it’s not enough. I thought it would be something to look forward to, but it’s just not. I miss my son. I want to be with my baby. He should be here with me and now I’m just tired every day I wake up angry. I get angry just because I woke up, I’m tired of living, especially without my son he was my light, I was ready to be a mom. I wanted him for so long it’s crazy how long I waited for him to join me on this earth just for him to be taken away by things out of my control. I know this probably isn’t the place to post this but I’m just I’m at my end. I’m at my limit. Life keeps throwing me wrench after wrench. I’m literally watching everything crumble around me. It’s only been three months after I lost my son and it’s been everything in my life.
I don’t think anyone could ever have this much bad luck in their life within a three month time period. I truly don’t.
Anyways; I’m done ranting and crying. And venting.
Thank you to those who will take the time to respond or give me some type of hope. life has just worn me down, and I need to get it off my chest how worn down I feel. Since therapy isn’t in the cards for me.
Thank you.
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