Losing my son continues to affect me in ways that are hard to imagine. Years worth of work and growth all seem to have been erased and I am back to viewing the world like I did when the injured, dead, and dying were all that concerned me for 7 years.
The dark ceiling at night has become my enemy. It doesn’t just stare down at me, the darkness, the void sucks me in. It tortures me. Pretends to lull me to sleep, only to stab me in the heart and remind me that my baby boy, my precious son, is no longer with me. I