some days are better, some days are worse.
if you ask me "how are you?" I will answer you honestly. I will not lie and pretend like I am fine if I'm not.
I think about Oliver constantly. it doesn't mean that you shouldn't talk about him or that he's all I want to talk about.
I will never "get over it". get over it.
please refrain from any of the following comments:
"you're so strong"
"it was God's plan"
"you can have another one"
"keep your chin up"
"your family needs you"
"tomorrow is another day"
"you can do it" (do what???)
not because they are all untrue but because they do not bring me any sense of encouragement or comfort.
but if you still want to say something say "I'm sorry". because I know you are.
I'm still the same, but I'm profoundly changed. I understand that you might not like who I am now and it's okay. really.
I've made the conscious, mindful choice to not avoid pain. it is very clear to me that there is no way out but through. it doesn't mean that I'm not functional, social, loving, responsible, cheerful, or that I do not seek the help of others when I need to.
time doesn't heal. it helps us get used to suffering, to adjust to living with the pain.
I am a mother of three sons.