After a long, hard fight for most of his 2 years of life, this morning cancer took this amazing boy over the rainbow bridge. Everyone who knew him is heartbroken 💔
My brain is like eggs, a thought starts and it’s like let’s make an omelet out of that but then something else pops up and its like “fuckin scrambled it is bitch”
Yesterday a kid at work threw a rock that nailed me in the head. Today another kid told me she wished that that rock killed me. It took so much for me not to just look at her and go “bitch me too”
Sometimes I’m like “damn I just really need to unload some of this but how do I do that w/o feeling guilty” then I’m like “oh shit that’s what I have a therapist for” but then I’m like “so why do I never tell her everything” and then I’m like “oh yeah bc I have severe anxiety”
In this just over a month of quarantine and social distancing Trevor and I have been unable to truly celebrate both my birthday and his, and tomorrow, our 1 year anniversary. We would be in Colorado right now. I hate this