HEART BROKEN. There are no words to describe this pain. I just received an email from the American Heart Association that made me buckle to my knees and cry harder than I have ever cried. Not cry. SCREAM. . And of course I called my mom. And of course she told me to breathe. And I’m breathing... And my awareness of that is just too big and just too unfair. . . Her name was Kim. And she had a sister named Christine. And I put her in my phone as Kim ❤️ And we became instant friends. Because wearing a “survivor” sash like we’re pageant queens will do that to women... I am not okay. I’m not okay at all.