Been away for awhile.
Working hard.
Both at my job and on myself.
Suffered a miscarriage.
The father seemed cold about it.
Had a panic attack at work.
My coworkers were amazingly helpful.
Slowly becoming more and more able to give my son all the things he needs.
And even a few things he wants.
I love him more than words can express.
Maybe soon I'll be able to love myself as much.
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