Hot Mess

Whhhhhhy is it this

My daughters memory is as good as mine and it breaks my heart

Point of no return. No caring. Numb. I thought time would help.

It’s eating me alive. I don’t want to live like this. Regardless of what anyone did to me, I will always feel guilty for how things turn out

She talks about all of you guys constantly. She wants her hair put up like momma Taylor. She wants to bake cookies with grandma. I don’t know if this will ever get any easier. I’m so tired of feeling like I’ve failed my child by taking her away. I’m just paranoid with the situation.

I remember going to chick fil a and being a car or two behind you and this is how you found out. I remember meeting at the cemetery and then ending up talking through this. Maybe I did it wrong. I don’t know. But if I could, I’d apologize a million times. That eats at me a lot

Am I doing the right thing? I need a sign? I have no clue

If you read this, reach out. You’re not alone

Deleting this. It’s pointless.