Surviving repost from 9/4/07

Everyday is a step towards healing..but it's so damn hard. My breastmilk is another reminder of the baby that I don't have. Pain is nothing to me anymore, because what I am feeling inside is what kills me. And much worse, dh is depressed to and I feel like I am no help to him. Through all of this, he has been so strong. It makes no sense to hate God, but we are both asking why,,,we are good people?