Painfully honest

I almost did dot post this. It is the harsh reality of the loss of a child. The pain never goes away, and it gets worse as the time goes by…

I am lonely even when I am around people. I feel like I am just coasting along until I don’t have to. I wonder if I feel like this, so low, so depressed that the thought of not continuing this life is only put to the foreground because of what I know it would do to those left behind. If I have gotten to this point, how bad must things have been for my Arthur? How desperate must he have been to not come to me, not to give someone a chance to help him. We talked about everything, he and I. I will never understand. This is my nightmare..

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