I am tired. Bone weary and brain weary tired.
So tired I could burst into tears at the drop of a pin.
I worked out at a gym class today with my girlfriends. It was great and I've been getting back into exercising this week but it served as a reminder of what I've lost too. The life I was supposed to have, greeting a baby. It's gone.
Why the fuck am I having to go through this? Why?
I sit here and think what is my life meant to be about? Is there purpose to the trials I face?
How is it fair that I, who's gone through so much has to lose the most precious thing in the world? How is it fair?
What the fuck? Seriously.
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