I wish we could be sitting by this tree.
I wish I did not have this heaviness in my heart.
I wish my emotional trauma over losing you did not trigger me to get angry and lash out.
I wish I didn't have this empty place in my heart.
I wish I wasn't feeling so numb right now.
I wish I could drink my problems away.
I wish I could make people understand how painful this feels.
I wish I didn't want to scream at the top of lungs until someone heard me.
I wish things were different.
I wish people weren't so cruel.
I wish my childhood sexual abuse hadn't turned me into this person sitting here right now.
I wish I hadn't lost who I was when I was permanently scarred by my perpetrator.
I wish I had a brain that was wired normally, instead of trauma.
I wish I could explain how it feels to lose one of my children.
I wish I didn't see everything through the lens of abuse and loss and grief and pain.
I wish I could stop hurting.
I wish this holiday was over because I am so sad and nothing makes it stop hurting.
I wish I could just run away.
I wish I didn't feel like I don't deserve to be happy.
I wish I understood why life is so unfair.
I wish I understood how I am supposed to be ok with my son being dead.
I wish I wasn't (insert any bad character flaw here).
I wish I could go back and have a do over.
I wish I could have my son back in my arms.
I wish I knew why stuff like this has to happen.
I wish I could understand how I will ever be anything but sad for the rest of my life.
“Sadly, like many times in life, including winning the lottery, we don’t always get what we wish for.”
― Adele Rose
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” ~Henry David Thoreau
“Everything you have said will not matter anymore one day, only those things that you never said will always haunt you and strangle you every time you see your world in someone else's hand.”
― Akshay Vasu
