but, I am here.

I am here, for some of you who care and I know some of you do. I am here, just here and its most likely why I havent been here. I am true to being tired, exhausted and fighting hard to keep my son happy, clean and fed. Its the hardest thing to do, mothers and fathers, but those who mother and father alone, especially those of us who are disabled, severely disabled. The ones of us who are twisted and bent, of us who are struggling to see, who are not blind, but who are of impaired site lines. Those of us who are of little strength and are without the reserves in ourselves to take from, nor will ever add to and must continue with a little more than less. But, I am here. I miss you, who cares and hope this is what brings me near again.