Dear Me,
You still want to live.
Life.
You still exist.
Boy oh boy you’ve been through some shit.
Many people ask “How are you still living?”
When you lose someone you love you don’t just die.
Even though dying seems like an easier thing than living.
You have a choice.
If you killed yourself you wouldn’t make it up to heaven.
You need to make it to heaven in order to see your baby girl.
When your daughter died you were afraid.
Afraid that death had vengeance.
Are you next?
Scared.
Death took your daughter.
Is it coming back for you?
Frightening thoughts.
Dreams.
You have to keep living.
Xoxo- Me
