I’m here. Sort of. Albeit in pieces. I can hardly breath most days. My life is heavy and uncontrollable often. I put one foot in front of the other. Not because of any sort of determination but simply because dying is not an option.
Our family has hit a rather dark and difficult place, as a result things have changed here dramatically. It will work itself out and I am doing everything I should. That does not make it easy though.
This past year I was deeply hurt by a few very judgmental people that I trusted. It has left a rather bitter taste in my mouth and as a result I have shied away from writing here. Words can be twisted, and my heart just can’t take that right now.
So forgive me if I am not giving details, or posting here often.
Sam is now 13 and an amazing young man. He is currently back in public school and doing better than anticipated. He recently cut his hair. He is well over my height (not difficult) and strong as an ox.