I lost my son. Almost a year ago. I guess I can't specifically say he was a he or anything of the sort because I didn't know. But I would've liked for him to be a boy so in my head he is. I lost him on mother's day. Which just makes it hurt worse. I only knew I was pregnant for a week maybe two tops. But yet I already loved him anyways and I already imagined everything he would be. It's been almost a year and it's still all I think about. It still kills me to this day. And I still find myself asking a god I don't believe in why he would bring me so much pain and take my child away from me.
I'm so tired of asking and never having an answer.
