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March 16, 2010


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(I think about stopping breathing sometimes, too. Most of the time, I don't know what keeps me going.)


I'm a few days late, but I hope the next days dawned brighter.

Hey. I didn't know this. Hugs. That's some tough stuff to move through. You're doing great.

Hugs K.

Me too.


Oh, how I understand this. Hugs.

I always hated Red Rover. But I'll break through whatever I need to in order to be there for my kids. I know you will too.

I...yeah, I get this. Hugs Kristen.

Keep breathing, K. Don't ever stop. XO

I want to reach out and cyber-hug you! Thanks for sharing - helps me realize that I'm not a horrible person for ever feeling that way. Oh, the things we don't talk about in playgroup!

Yes, yes. YES.

I have a secret, too and mine is this: When I'm feeling like a super-shitty mom and like my kids would be better off being raised by even a wolverine, I think of how badly I miss my own mom. And I think of the 3rd grader I knew who lost her mom to cancer...

And then I snap the fuck out of it already.

Thank the world for perspective.

More (hugs) for you.

Me too. So glad you take that next breath.

I feel your pain. I have those moments from time to time and then I think about the pain that my family would go through if I was gone. Hang in there sweetie!

oh girl. I hear you. and feel the pain with you. HUG.

When I want to give up, two thoughts come to mind: how sad it was to grow up without a father and how sad my children would be to be without a mother. Hang in there.

I wish horrible things didn't have to happen to give us perspective. My parents lost a child (my younger brother), and so did my husband's parents (his older sister). It is the knowledge of those experiences that keeps me from losing it far too often...

The one thing no mother should have to do. I'm so sorry.

Hope it all gets better.

Oh gosh.

Me, too sometimes.

Hope today is a better day.


I think you are strong as hell (that's what happens when you walk through unthinkable things, although I wish we didn't, you, any of us.) And I'm glad you keep breathing.


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