Sometimes….a meme can say it all.
Taken from thelemia
Sometimes I just need: Feel despretly sad and really really sorry for myself, even if I know others have it just as bad
Sometimes I want: To steal children from neglectful parents
Sometimes I like to: Fantasize about having a perfect family and a baby to sleep in Evan’s crib.
Sometimes all it takes: Is for me to see a pregnant women, all blissful and happy to break down and know that will never be me again.
Sometimes I picture: What Evan would look like now.
Sometimes I wish: I could go back in time and let them induce Evan earlier and possibly save his life
Sometimes I find: The courage to think about another pregnancy
Sometimes I take: Way to much neglect from those who claim to love me, but never have time for me.
Sometimes I look: Like a women who has stopped caring how she looks and has given up
Sometimes I hate: My life, this life, all of it.
Sometimes it’s nice: To just walk in the park and watch my puppy play
Sometimes it hurts: to know I am a minority and not many people could understand what I have been through.
Sometimes it makes me happy: That some people to understand, and that I can talk openly with them about it,
Sometimes it’s sad: when I answer no, when people ask if I have children
Sometimes I listen: to the sound of my puppies heartbeat and remember the day Evan’s stopped beating
Sometimes I sleep: way to little, due to my obsessive nature and the need to finish everything
Sometimes I like to watch: brainless fun movies that make me laugh and forget the sadness
Sometimes I feel: like I am fake ok. Like the anti-depressants and making me less sad then I actually am
Sometimes I rant: about how much the world annoys me, but don’t do anything to act on it or change it
Sometimes I never: think I can survive another pregnancy and maintain a shred of sanity
Sometimes I really: hate that I will never, ever, be the same person I was 9 months ago, a person I really really liked.