Heart on my sleeve
I have'nt written my blog in such a long time, since Steven died. Writing about it was so raw and painful, I couldn't go back and read it again so I deleted it . As if deleting the words meant that what I walked through didn't happen or I didn't have to think about it . I even turned off our Facebook memories, it hurt to much. But life keeps going on it's way and when my mom saw that I was going through some sadness, she asked why I wasn't blogging. I thought about it for a few days , if I was wanting to share so much of myself, because I prefer to be " all in "and honest about the good, bad, and the not so great things I go through. Then I got a text from my 34 year old son today - he had noticed something I had posted on my Facebook and in his words he said " Why don't you think you are good enough for someone ? Their opinion of you isn't sh*t and none of your business". I think he was basically trying to give me som