Today I'm admiting to myself whats going on and how depressed it's made me... Annie's birthday is coming up soon... September 29th ..... She would have been 9 years old. I toyled with the idea I could some how pull off this huge fundraiser and toy drive for her birthday. If other mom's have done it Im sure I could have too right?... So I started trying to find ways I could get this going and basicly I just couldn't get it pulled together quick enough... I realize I have a problem with not asking people to help. I dont like putting my problems on people I am not hanging out with 24 hours a day and I put ALL of my problems on the people I do spend a lot of time with. I feel like a burden taking help from others... ugh...
Anymore I have been slugish and just not all there. About a week ago I had gone completely bonkers... I seriously did, Im not trying to be funny. I told my husband I wanted a divorce, that I didn't love him anymore... I decided I wanted to move out... I was having a mental breakdown... I just wanted to get away. Leave everything I know, I wanted to be by myself and I thank God no one let me go because it could have been really bad. And when they wouldn't let me go I totally broke down, I was crying bawling and I fell asleep as I lay hystariclly crying...
Since that day I have been a little better, I've actually got up and around to doing everything I SHOULD be doing and havent... My son Gabriel starts pre-school next week and he has the same teacher Annie did... His teacher doesn't know yet, and when I have to tell her is when my sons going to be going to school for the first day and I dont want to be ruining his first day with this because I need him to know that he is important and that you CAN be happy again and that you will be... And that it's ok to be upset sometimes but it's ok to be happy too... We've been trying to let the kids know that so they can understand things better... Trying to remember special things and answering all there questions... Hearing all there heart ach about it... Gabe said to me the other day, "mom do you think annie can see spongebob on tv right now?" i told him i was sure she could and that he should remember she can see what were doing and that he could talk to her anytime he wanted but she wasn't going to answer back but she could hear him. he started crying and said he wish'd that that stupid blob (thats what we call it, along with cancer or tumor) had not come in her... And he got really angry and started hitting things and saying that he wished he could die...Its so hard trying to find words to comfort a child going thru this... Because it's not just me that it affected. She was my oldest child, Her brother and sister looked up to her as there guide, there savior... In the eyes of a child mother is god, father is there body guard and brother and sister are there best friend...
****All pictures were taken in Augest of 07****
Unknown "Super Cher" Courageous
- 16 years, 9 months, 19 days ago