I have scars and wounds that will never heal. My heart has been broken. I struggle daily. My husband and kids are the glue that hold my heart together. Without them, I’m just broken, completely broken. It’s hard to go on each day when your body is numb. But life keeps going on even when your life has stopped.

I’m battling demons every single day. The anger and the sadness are relentless. They defeat me. I have to physically force myself from bed daily and just to complete daily routine tasks. I have to hide the anger and have to pretend to be someone I’m not. Pretending life is ok and everything is fine. Meanwhile I’m hurting so deeply on the inside. I try to think of what I did to deserve this.
Many people say that time will heal all wounds and life will get easier. How can going on without one of your children get easier. I don’t think it’s going on that gets easier, it’s the pretending that gets easier.

Miss you! Love you to the moon and back forever!