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DATE: November 11, 2014
TIME: 7:22 p.m.
MOOD: Conflicted

Dear James,

How's are you doing today? How's heaven treating you and our daughter? I have a feeling that it's going great. I, however, am feeling down lately. It has been four years since the incident and it still plays like a broken record. I'm not able to forgive myself because I wasn't there for you at your last breath. I feel useless as a wife and a mother all together because I also lost her too. I wasn't able to give birth to a healthy baby and I still blamed myself for it, even though I was reassured by professionals that it wasn't.

The good news is that I'm going through therapy to process my trauma in a healthy manner. Although she advise against on writing about you, she realizes that writing about it helps my case more as I started to open my shell more. I cannot stress this enough of how thankful I am to find her and guiding me step by step. I'm able to talk about you without crying constantly, watch your favorite movies without turning it off, and able to enter my nursery room without thinking of burning it. I have been following her advice and she, at this day, is the main reason for my change. However, I haven't seen my therapist for two weeks since she went for maternity leave and, to be quite frank, I feel a bit envious because of what happened today. :((((