Its the day before my 37th Birthday.....
Five days after I tried to kill myself and four months seventeen days after my son died.
I know that I need to start writing. I need to tell my feelings. Somewhere out there there is someone in some moment of time that will need to hear my words. I have to write them down for her. I don't know her yet and I may never meet her , but my words will bring her hope and will save her life.
So ... I'm at home now and I begin to write a blog. Its hard at first. I don't want to relive those awful moments. But its cleansing too. While I'm writing I will be crying and so sad. But , when I finish a day , I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I really think that maybe I'm gonna be ok.
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