Burying one's own child is a bog of eternal pain that currently isn't going away. Am back in Brisbane, am at one friend's picking up my darling Indi, about to head off to another friend's for some much needed hugging. I am broken, drained and prone to bursting into tears with no provocation whatsoever. I cannot begin to understand what's happened.
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