Since I posted last
June 16 2019- my mom died. It stunted my desire to write, completely. I had no words. She was my best friend in the world.
February 13 2020- my grandma died. She was 91. Lived a good long life. It stripped me of most of my immediate family, as my mom and grandpa were already gone. My uncle still lives down the street, however.
July 5th 2021- my son died. I was 5 months pregnant and had preeclampsia. They told me my baby was already dead inside me, and said they could either induce labor or give me a DNC. The way it was presented to me, I didn’t realize I could just say no. My baby was alive when he was born, just fleetingly. I made the wrong decision.
August- I broke up with my fiancé. Somewhat unrelated to the loss. Somewhat related....
October 15th, Spent 12 days in a mental hospital . Life has really got me down. I was employed as a caregiver, but am not employed right now. I really miss working but I don’t have two forms of ID right now. For some reason the social security card I ordered is taking absolutely forever to come.
My Son Ezekiel Jasper
Me & Mom