09/10/2023
September is ***deawarenessmonth .
Today is ***deawarenessday .
I've honestly felt a level of guilt about not posting everyday. To be honest again, I have gotten up every morning and fallen into bed every night without an ounce of energy left.
Everyday. Every MOMENT is about su***de awareness for me.
This week I was cleaning out my purse & wallet. In it I found 2 tiny pieces of paper folded up. This is not unusual. But, what is unusual, is I held my breath when I found each of them. As I unfolded each tiny fold there was a hope in me that I would find something written from our beautiful girl. A surprise...
They were not from Harlee. No "I love you Momma" no "Can we get Spelunkers today?" No physical thing she touched for me to have her close to me again for that moment. I cried.
This is, and will be for the rest of our lives the hardest thing we will do.
My hair has been 💜 and 🩵 for years... I usually have lots of other colors too... not now. Not this year. Now it's just 💜 and 🩵. Many times when people ask me about it, I tell them about Harlee.
Checking out at a store this week, the clerk noticed my 💜🩵 semicolon tattoo on my hand. He asked me about it and showed me his. His was in honor of his late wife, lost to su***de. When I told him mine was because of my daughter, he asked, "She's still here?" I told him no... he was visibly shaken.
I BEG you, reach out. Talk to someone. Check on someone.
💜🩵STAY; YOUR STORY ISN'T OVER💜🩵
