Today was bad. As in, bad enough that I can’t write about it.
I guess I will suffice it to say that it could have been one of the worst days since my baby died. A day where I wish I had never gotten up.
Praying it snows buckets and buckets tomorrow so I can shelve all responsibilities, watch movies all day with Maddy and cry.
I had hoped I was past these intense days. I guess I’m not.