It’s been a year and a half since I lost my babies and I’m still miserable and hate everyone pregnant and I still have depression I mean now I cover it up pretty well no one thinks I’m depressed or anything everyone thinks I’m fine cause I laugh and joke and have a smile on my face then when I get home I don’t have to pretend I’m happy cause I’m really not. I know I shouldn’t say this but it’s the truth that the only reason I’m still alive is my nephews if it wasn’t for them I would have been left this world