Friday, May 11, 2018

Mental illness

I still don't even know what this is. Is it the autism that makes him sad? Or would he be struggling with this either way? Suddenly my life has ceased to be my own, and all my minutes are hung on whether or not he is happy in that particular moment.  My whole life is now about holding him above my head while I tread water. I'm a terrible swimmer and I'm afraid.

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