One Step at a Time

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Yesterday was one of those days where I felt like I was barely holding it together. My twisted ankle and infected toe made every step a painful reminder of my physical limitations. To make matters worse, my stomach issues have been flaring up, making it hard to eat or keep anything down.

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Despite all this, I pushed through and made it to work. It wasn't easy, but I knew I had to keep going. And today, I get a much-needed break to rest, recharge, and tackle some errands that have been piling up.

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But it's not just my physical health that's been a challenge lately. I received some tough news about Jay last night and it's brought up a whole new level of fear and uncertainty for me. As a mom, it's hard not to feel helpless when your child is struggling, especially when it comes to something as serious as aggression issues.

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I'm trying to stay strong and focused, but it's hard not to let the weight of everything bear down on me. Grief, in particular, has been hitting me hard this week. It's been almost three years since I lost my daughter, but the pain still feels like it's fresh.

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People often don't understand that when you lose a child, you're not just grieving the loss of a family member - you're grieving the loss of a part of yourself. For me, my daughter was more than just my child - she was my best friend.

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That's why I'm so desperate to move forward, to find a new place to call home where I can start to heal. This house holds too many memories, both good and bad, and it's time for me to create some new ones.

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As I look to the future, I'm holding onto hope and praying that God will guide me through these tough times. It's not going to be easy, but I'm ready to face whatever comes next, one step at a time.