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It was so cold that night. I remember them letting me come lay back down next to Jacob until it was time to take him. I remember carrying his warm little sleeping body to the front door where I handed him off to Donna, a sheriff on either side of her. Time stopped for a moment as part of my soul died. I'm ready to start peicing together my story. It is part of who I am today and I am no longer ashamed. It's hard to go back and read these old writings, but today I felt led to start sharing-- there is someone out there who needs to hear the hell I was in to know that I made it out. I am a small warrior, for painful victories can not be had without painful loss. The strongest of souls have gone through the darkest of hells. My scars are deep, but my strength runs deeper. Today I am only a part of my yesterday, and tomorrow is today's future.