Talking to Myself

Especially Made

I sat there, waiting for the water to fill up. It took little time for it to reach my shoulders. I reclined my head against the back of the tub, wondering how it had come to this. I hadn’t really put much thought into how to do it, but I was so desperate to find a way out that this seemed like my only option. I wondered how it would feel … if I would struggle or if it would be quick and painless. I tried to empty my mind. I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel. With eyes closed, I tried to make my body limp and began to sink into the water. Just when my face was about to be submerged, I felt a kick, a sudden jolt to awaken me from my self-imposed nightmare. It was my baby, kicking from inside me, as if to…

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  1. Thanks for liking my “Love Does” post! I appreciate the story you shared today, and it’s a little sobering to read how close she was to ending it all, but to make what might have been the harder choice at the time was definitely the RIGHT one. Thanks again!

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