3 months ago today (I guess technically yesterday) was the day I had the miscarriage. I remember the week before Nate calling out of the blue to see how I was doing with no clue that I had just received the news that I was pregnant… but I knew then things weren’t right.
But can I be honest with you guys right now. It’s freaking hard. I’m not as strong as you guys think I am. I still struggle every freaking day. I still relapse. Matter of fact I relapsed tonight on pills and self harm. Here’s to saying that I am weak and I am not perfect.
I can’t fake having my life together anymore. I’m broken and I’m hurting. Ever since everything happened with hs almost two months ago now man I’ve been at a lost. I don’t know which was is up or down. Sure I’ve been to therapy and groups and church. But none of those will ever replace the friends and relationships that I once had here.
I am mad at myself for relapsing, but honestly I’m more pissed at myself for reaching out. I’ve got to be strong right… that’s what everyone wants. I don’t know.
Read this or don’t… idk anymore. My heart is hurting and I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to die but I don’t want this pain anymore.