Not so sure why this process of dealing with the suicide of our son is so uncontrollable and leaves me feeling vulnerable more than not.
I hate not knowing when this wave of emotion is going to hit me once again, when I’m in the grocery store, church, or just when someone says, “How are you today?” Its been a rough couple of weeks again, I cry a lot and feel sad, and when situations arise such as my phone freezing up, which in the end has the effects of loosing all texts that I had with Skyler, I once again mourn the loss of my son~ I’m headed back to counseling. I lovingly call it my onion peeling session.
