I feel like I will never feel happy again.
I look at the photos of me in frames around our house and think that that girl is gone forever.
It seems like everyone else has their babies but me.
I find it hard to believe that I will ever have my own take home baby.
I worry what would happen if it happened again. Whether I would survive, could survive.
I think it might be better if I didn't, because then I would be with William again.
I think I am being punished.
I wonder if there really is a God.
I have to believe there is a God - that William is with him and that I will see him again.
I worry whether William will remember me.
I wish this had never happened.
I am glad that it has, because if it hadn't, I would never have known the joy of carrying William, seen how beautiful he was when I held him, and he wouldn't be waiting for me in Heaven.
I feel like running away, far away to somewhere like South America. Starting again and pretending this isn't me. That I'm happy and carefree. A girl whose heart hasn't been broken.
I have so much resentment and hatred inside I feel like it could consume me.
My heart actually aches for William. I can feel the physical pain inside my chest.
The grief overwhelms me and I cry just as hard as I did the day we lost him.
I wonder what this has done to my relationship with my husband. Are we closer for having gone through this together or has it tainted our marriage with a sadness that can never be overcome?
I feel betrayed by old friends who I thought would be there for me but who abandoned me when I was most in my time of need.
I am surprised by how wonderful some friends can be.
I find it hard to believe I am a Mum.
My heart fills with warmth when I tell myself I am William's Mum.
I find it hard to believe that I will learn to live with this pain and have any kind of 'real' life again.
I have to believe there is a happy ending for us, that my husband and I will have a take home baby. That we will be a proper family here on earth, not just in Heaven.
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