Hi my name is Ashley and I am a mother, daughter, sister,
niece, cousin, aunt and friend. I am sensitive and get my feelings hurt easily.
I am respectful of my elders and to people in general. I am a loyal and honest
friend who would drop what I am doing to come help you. I am broken hearted and
sad most of the time. I day dream about the future, but question if I will live
long enough to experience it. I sometimes don’t feel worthy of love. I often
wonder who would love me and why would they love me. I question where I belong
in this world. I have friends, but each of us are in different places in our
lives that it’s hard to know where I fit into their lives, and theirs into
mine.
I’m a bereaved mom. I
try very hard to live this life and become someone and make a life for myself
that doesn’t always reflect the fact that I have a dead daughter. I am
discovering that, that is impossible. I have a dead daughter and that isn’t
going to change. She is my life and how can I have a life that doesn’t reflect
her beautiful soul?
I am a motherless and fatherless daughter. Each death was
very different and each one knocked the breath out of me. I have tried my best
to move forward since my mother’s death, but I am finding it hard to do. I am
sad more often than not, and I often get frustrated and judge my own grief
because I think, it’s not supposed to hurt this much, I’ve lost a child why
does this hurt so much? Though I feel as if I can’t express that. I’ve lost a
child and that grief is like no other so how can I express just how much my
mother’s death hurts my heart?
I am not the person I once was. Death has changed me and the
death of my mother has changed me into a person I’m not sure I recognize.
I am more like my mother, the mother I tried so desperately
to not be like. I did not want to be like her, but here I am seeing in me, her.
I am finding my way in this life and I am sad more often
than not but I am doing the best I can. Accept me for who I am, all of me or
don’t. I miss my mom, I miss my daughter, and I miss me.
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