The passing of time can make things better. But as I watch the days go by, getting closer to May 4th, my wounds are ripped open ( Read more... )

I can't cope. I really really can't. The rapid mood changes are killing me. My eyes burn from lack of sleep and random fits of tears ( Read more... )

A week after the miscarriage Dom and I wandered about town and bought stuff for the house. Mostly small things. A bath rug, a towel ring for a hand towel. Things like that. Just little spruces that we've been needing to do for a while but never could justify ( Read more... )

I need a place, ok?
A place to talk about it. I wish I had a place to talk about it where people understand.
But there's a stigma to loss. Don't discuss it. I didn't know that. I also didn't know how I would feel about it until it happened to me.
I'd talk about it on Facebook, but who really cares, I mean really cares other than me and Dom ( Read more... )

Little under 2 months to go. Where did the time go ( Read more... )

So the date is February 6th of next year. Only a little less than 4 months to go now. I know! Fast right? I guess it's a case of not wanting to wait to spend the rest of your life with someone ( Read more... )

But I have news!

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But I can't ( Read more... )

The undead journal banner makes me happy.
I have to take what I can get.
I feel my body dying and I'm doing all I can to survive.
One day...I say. One day it will be better and I look back on this and live my life fully, without growing weary after an hour of actual life.
One day I will live again.

Sometimes you just wonder...why does it have to be this way ( Read more... )