Some sort of entity of inner rage and confusion and the bad thoughts come and make me so sick. My daughter falls asleep holding my hand and I am disgusted and terrified of these thoughts of what if... what if I became all that hate that I stuffed down for years.
It makes me feel crazy and if only I could channel my grandma and love my baby 220% and give my all.
I call my mom. I tell her I am in a bad place and have her take my baby for a few hours. Feel guilty... scared.
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