Sometimes they're bad.

I wonder if I will someday reach this day every month without my chest squeezing in pain, my mind flinching in the horror of my new reality.

Losing someone, especially a child, is insanely hard. Not enough time has passed to let me even start to heal. I hope this blog helps. I've been told that writing it down is a release of sorts. It's supposed to help.

We'll see.

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