If I’m not responding to my comments it’s because I feel… embarrassed.
I am not brave, I am not strong, I am not amazing.
I alternate between insane optimism and resigned dread.
I am not the Super-Mom of a Special-Needs Child, I am the “So, how do we cope today?” type.
I am pushing forward because the only way out is through.
Still. It’s warm and fuzzy to feel believed in though.