Scars that never heal
2 years can feel like yesterday and forever ago depending on the moment and the person. The month of October is not only my absolute favorite month, but the worst month of my life. 2 years ago on October 26th I had the worst mental breakdown of my life. I broke down and decided that October 26 2017 would be the last day I would be alive. I decided that on October 26th I would take my last breath, I would never see my kids again, never kiss them or feel the warmth of their hugs. I would never get to tell them just how much I truly loved them and how much they mean to me. I would never get to kiss my husband and tell him how sorry I am for all the stupid arguments I caused and how sorry I am for all the pain I have caused over the years we have been together due to my abandonment issues. I would never get to hug him and tell him how amazingly proud I am of the man and father he has become. I would never get to look him in his beautiful blue eyes that he passed on to our beautiful childr...