The day my son was uplifted was the hardest and
most painful day of my life.
I was in shock, I could not drive, I felt all alone and so confused, so humiliated because my son was uplifted in public, it happened before I could even process what was happening, There was no explanation.
My heart was physically aching, my world was stopped suddenly, frozen in that one moment . At first I could not breathe, I could not think, and I could not stop crying. I did not want to go home because there were too many reminders of what was now gone , I knew I had to go home again someday but that first night it was just too hard. I thought I could not last an hour without him but I did and that hour became days which turned into weeks, I thought I could not last a month without him but I did that too. The last five months I have faced things I never ever thought I would or ever could, and it is the hardest fight I have ever had to fight, I promise its worth it.
Sure there were days and nights when everything seemed to fall apart , and I felt I could not go on . It was in those moments that panic advocates and other members on the wall kept me going, kept my eyes focussed ahead and helped me stand tall, they all helped to stop me falling to my knees.
It is in the last five months that I have learnt a lot about who I am, and just how strong I really am.I have learnt to trust myself a lot more, believe in myself, that I am a good mother.
A Real Life Story
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