Look how far we’ve made it..
Wow . I just got done rereading the past posts and man, did I laugh reading some of my thoughts when I thought we were in the thick of it. As it goes with this story, when my writing stopped, I proceeded to lose myself…yes, myself …you know, the only person that you actually have to have in order to continue through life. Flashback to the time around the holidays of 2017, I hated waking up each day. I prayed God would take me because I didn’t know how to continue on anymore. I even had thoughts that Morrison deserved someone better than me as his mom. That was a hard pill to swallow, because I’ve got huge mama bear energy. Talk about feeling worthless. But that little guy was the only thing that got me out of bed each day and try for the day. I would look up at the ceiling in the morning and I was certain I was living someone else’s life. I drank more than I ever should to not feel the depression, the grief, the feeling of dread, and the anxiety that something awful w