“My favorite color is Gator Orange”

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“My favorite color is Gator Orange”
“I dig my fingers and nails into my skin. I rub the crap out of my knees. I pick my cuticles. I pinch my skin extremely hard. My muscles all get super tight, and my entire body tenses. I hyperventilate, and I can’t control my body.”
“My dances with death were on the same day, just 7 years apart. Extensive counseling and desperate journaling have left me without any explanation of why I subconsciously chose May 4th as the date I should die.”
“It started on the cold lonely bathroom floor where I lay in a pool of my own blood, saying goodbye to the children my body could not protect, grow, and nurture. Three pregnancies in nine months that all end in miscarriage is not good for the body. Or the mind. Or the soul.”
“I agreed to call a local fitness chain and schedule myself a guest class. Were you expecting something more daunting? If so, you must not understand how terrifying certain social situations can be for some people.”
“Those little fingers will grip a steering wheel, wave goodbye and drive off to somewhere new. Those little fingers will walk down the aisle and say ‘I do,’ falling in love with someone new.”
“My strength was rising. Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws and doctor visits, but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave.”
“That morning, instead of being awoken by my alarm, I was awoken by my mother’s voice on the phone. ‘He passed out, and we can’t get him up. His fever is 105 and he’s in and out of consciousness.’”
“We had told my son he could wear pajamas to the ceremony, but that’s not the only reason he was so relaxed. In that moment, I knew for a fact my husband and I had found each other not because we were soul mates… but because he was right for my KIDS.”
“I immediately began CPR. He still had a pulse and I was determined. I was so, so in love with this little man. The entire ambulance ride was a blur. I sat there, watching them work on my 4-month-old, tiny son. ‘Not my beautiful baby!’ We were such good parents. How could this happen to us? We finally left the hospital having to tell my other son the hardest conversation I’ve ever had. It was the worst nightmare ever.”
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