Sometimes I feel like I can’t even survive another minute.

Sometimes the pain is so unbearable that I feel I can’t even stand it for another minute. And then the minute passes, and I’m still here.

Her memory feels like a knife in my chest. A searing pain that I can’t live with.

My baby was barely 3 years old. Taken way too soon. I don’t know how to go on and I don’t want to. I wish we had died together. I can’t live like this.