
Isadeth
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- Jun 12, 2020
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I can't begin to describe in accurate detail what it feels like to lose a child. It's a club that nobody wants to join, but once you're a member, you're a member for life.
Everyday their loss is evident and your soul is broken. You're barely holding on and you take the day second by second to try to ground yourself to be able to function without becoming a weeping mess on the floor.
I've been trying very hard to maintain an outer exterior of strength, but it's a lie. I am screaming and flailing on the inside but nobody can see.
You see, tomorrow is my son's anniversary of passing away. I struggle to breathe at the thought. So much time has passed, yet time has stood still in that moment forever. Combating the flashbacks of that day fail miserably, and ironically I see psych the day after.
I miss him. I miss so many things. I miss the potential of his future, the hugs and kisses I'll never recieve, the milestones that I was robbed of---that he was robbed of. I'm a shell of who I used to be and I hate it.
I hate everything about this time of year. I had planned to leave tomorrow. Keep up a brave and cheerful demeanor until then, then exit on a seemingly high note.
I only mention it as I don't want to hurt those around me. I have two living children, but my heart hurts so badly and I just want it to stop. I never wanted to pass during the winter. I feel it's such an inconvenience to those I care about, but I'm less and less concerned each year.
I've felt utterly lonely. I never drink; however, last night I made an exception. I planned it as a one last hurrah. Drink, laugh, converse with lovely people then just disappear tomorrow. At this moment I've decided not to, but that's only in this moment. I'm only human after all.
My soul hurts.
What I wouldn't give for the past back. I'm sure a lot of us, regardless of reasons, wish the same.
It snowed today. It snowed when he passed too. Tomorrow, I plan to go to the cemetery and just weep. Maybe that's what I need... to let it all out. I'm afraid of what that looks like. Not long after he died I slashed my wrists and obviously that didn't work. So I used self harm to cope for the months after. I haven't cut in quite a while, but the urge is always there. My eating disorder has been wreaking havoc since I'm not hungry. Unfortunately, I lost almost 10 lbs in a week... which isn't unlike me but it wasn't intentional. I'm not in a good place and my thoughts are racing.
I'd write more but it's hard to see as I've been crying writing this. I need a distraction. I need a hug. I need my son.
I'm so broken.
Everyday their loss is evident and your soul is broken. You're barely holding on and you take the day second by second to try to ground yourself to be able to function without becoming a weeping mess on the floor.
I've been trying very hard to maintain an outer exterior of strength, but it's a lie. I am screaming and flailing on the inside but nobody can see.
You see, tomorrow is my son's anniversary of passing away. I struggle to breathe at the thought. So much time has passed, yet time has stood still in that moment forever. Combating the flashbacks of that day fail miserably, and ironically I see psych the day after.
I miss him. I miss so many things. I miss the potential of his future, the hugs and kisses I'll never recieve, the milestones that I was robbed of---that he was robbed of. I'm a shell of who I used to be and I hate it.
I hate everything about this time of year. I had planned to leave tomorrow. Keep up a brave and cheerful demeanor until then, then exit on a seemingly high note.
I only mention it as I don't want to hurt those around me. I have two living children, but my heart hurts so badly and I just want it to stop. I never wanted to pass during the winter. I feel it's such an inconvenience to those I care about, but I'm less and less concerned each year.
I've felt utterly lonely. I never drink; however, last night I made an exception. I planned it as a one last hurrah. Drink, laugh, converse with lovely people then just disappear tomorrow. At this moment I've decided not to, but that's only in this moment. I'm only human after all.
My soul hurts.
What I wouldn't give for the past back. I'm sure a lot of us, regardless of reasons, wish the same.
It snowed today. It snowed when he passed too. Tomorrow, I plan to go to the cemetery and just weep. Maybe that's what I need... to let it all out. I'm afraid of what that looks like. Not long after he died I slashed my wrists and obviously that didn't work. So I used self harm to cope for the months after. I haven't cut in quite a while, but the urge is always there. My eating disorder has been wreaking havoc since I'm not hungry. Unfortunately, I lost almost 10 lbs in a week... which isn't unlike me but it wasn't intentional. I'm not in a good place and my thoughts are racing.
I'd write more but it's hard to see as I've been crying writing this. I need a distraction. I need a hug. I need my son.
I'm so broken.