There’s nothing that I wouldn’t give to be with my late daughter... all of my future hopes, wishes and desires have now died with her. Now all I think about is how I wish I wasn’t here and how I wish I’d had a stroke and died in the delivery room in October. Yet I show up to work everyday masquerading around as if everything is fine and I’m emotionally healed. I am not. I want to die... I wish someone would murder me and take me the hell out of here. I literally do not see a point in living anymore.
Today my best friend of 8+ years left for basic training for the next 6 months. He won't be back until late July/early August and he was my rock. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. How am I supposed to be okay with his support? :(
I don't want to come off as a bitch, but please don't friend request me if you don't participate in my groups and I haven't seen you on the posts. I have severe trust issues and severe fear issues and it can trigger me into a really irrational day when strangers come out of no where and send requests. I deny them. if you want to be friends, please interact with me in the public postings for a...