The mornings when I wake up before my husband and I am alone. Like now.
I weep and talk out loud to my son. It is incredibly painful, but not like the evenings.

In the evenings when the sun goes down. The sorrow becomes unbearable. I keep flashing back to when we found Jason. That image rips me apart. As the night goes on I feel as if I can't live with the sorrow. I find things of Jason's and hold on to them. His clothes he wore and weren't washed I hold to my nose to get his scent.

I wail in pain, my husband, my poor husband, can't take seeing me like this.

He had a good idea. I am going to take a little seroquel early in the evening tonight instead of waiting to take it all at bedtime.

I hope this helps.

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