This is a really difficult fight. The hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. If I count the days it’s been 87 days since I’ve seen my son. I love that boy so much. It’s been 87 days since I kissed my husband and told him I loved him. Sometimes you don’t think that you gave your last kiss and shared your last smile for your last laugh. They are gone I just can’t see them or talk to them. I am in a fight all by myself.I put myself here. I just wish I actually have my family fighting with me because this time I need them. But I can’t seem to do the right thing. The right thing is to get them back. but I’m not drinking. That’s a damn good thing.
I will continue to write. It is cathartic for me. Not just write it in a journal but put it out there in the universe. I normally don’t tell people my stories. I keep them to myself. And now I have is myself. On the journal two….
Journal number one and Journal number two! I just want to say thank you to my followers. All three of you are amazing!