This is only the prologue, just to see if you would like me to continue with the story.
Have you ever had the days where you don't want to get out of bed, or move a limb for hours. The days where you could just lie there, paralyzed. The days where you find yourself crying uncontrollably, unable to stop, no matter how long you've actually cried for. The days where your mind gets overrun with hatred and sorrow. That's how everyday has been for me.
In the four months out from the birth of my stillborn son, I haven't wanted to do anything else but feel betrayed by everyone. My father, My family, My friends. Everyone.
How many times I wished to die, just to travel back in time to stop it from happening. The amount of times I have wished to confront the doctors and nurses, blame them for everything that happened on the cold fall night in October last year.
