Do you ever think about how you would commit suicide if your kids ever died? I do.
And I’m not suicidal, my kids are healthy and safe, and my life is truly blessed. But the fact of the matter is, I don’t know how I could live without my two boys. I don’t know why I would want to live without them. Is that strange? Are you picking up your phone to call the nut house and see if they’re missing a patient?
And anyways, that would never happen. It’s just a vicious nightmare from a mom who struggles with anxiety. Right? Right?
This weekend, my dear friend lost her son. He was six weeks old. I had just seen both of them that Thursday. He was happy, healthy, and thriving. Beautiful. Two days later, the unthinkable happened. Doctors don’t know why and will perform an autopsy.
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