on June 29th 2003 my life changed forever my dad died from a heart attack, my mom had a really hard time with that she was alcoholic and it just was bad, move out had my first son at 20 and 2 years later a second son. they are my life. me and my mom fought alot over the years I learned to deal with and come around at the right time, I also had a brother is was about 6 1/2 years younger super close with my husband and boys. On March 6 2014 my committed suicide and my brother found her it was…

Its been 3 weeks. My son died on the morning of the 26th of October 2018, 5 months. I'm fed up with this feeling of loss. I can't stop blaming myself for having lost him. I woke up one morning and put him between my bed and the baby bay and went downstairs to sleep. I hadn't slept in many months, since the husband left the house and did not support me enough with the baby. I was left as a single mom and the job was very hard on me. I went downstairs for an hour to come back "re-energised"…