I’m scared. I don’t even know exactly why. I feel terrible sorrow that my family will never know nor care about anything I do. I slept for about three hours. Other than that I’ve been crying.
I feel so stupid. I’m 31. I’m about to run a marathon. I will do fine. I’ve trained and all. The only thing I can think about is how much I want my mother. I would give anything if my mother could love me. I could do anything.
This is why I am nice to my children. I don’t want them to spend their lives crying and wondering why they aren’t deserving of love.
Whether you met your time or not, whether you finished or not, no matter how it went, you are courageous as hell! You deserve to be proud of that.