I recently lost my daughter, and although I honestly don't feel like doing anything, I try to make a list of daily goals. Little things, like remembering to eat and shower, take care of my pets, and maybe go for a walk.

They seem like such small things, but I always feel accomplished after achieving at least one everyday.

I don't think that the grief will ever truly end. I believe that we'll always miss and long for our lost children---that's what makes us such good mothers. That no matter what space of time passes, we'll always long for that child. Certain dates and times will always hold strong meaning with us.

We can sit and despise ourselves... and really, I have such a hard time getting past that, because out of everybody, I hate myself the most right now.

It's terrible to think of it, but through tragedy, us complete strangers are bonded. Through our pain we will try to find strength. It will never be instant, and the pain will never fully go away, but we will become stronger.