Her Daddy…….

The day my first born daughters father killed himself, it changed my entire life and world as I once knew it. I was and have not been the same since.  The guilt has left a permanent hole in my chest that reminds me everyday of him. When I look at her I see pieces of him……and I see her struggle,  our beautiful child  that we brought into this world…..To My Daughter… this is  not  by fault or choice  but by genetics….my child , I will always try to hug your broken pieces together so you live freely and happily.  She is an old soul in more ways than one, one who worries and stresses about things that shouldn’t bare down on anyone young and growing….

Author: Kelslifewithdepression

I am 42 and a mother of 2 girls. I live each day the best I can and try my hardest to succeed all the while suffering with severe depression. This is a bit of my story.....

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