Counting Down
Our house is finally coming together, although we have not yet moved. Our days living with my mother are limited, and that makes me sad in certain ways, but also is very exciting because of the new chapter in our lives that we are starting. After all, I am almost 31 years old, married, with a stepson and living at home with my mother. Who would have guessed? I never imagined this is where I would be in my life at this stage but then again, it’s almost getting to the point where this seems somewhat normal, if that’s at all possible. August will mark four years since my injury and everything I knew before hand has either changed significantly or is no longer part of my routine. Some days are easier than others. Some days bring more joy than others. Some days I really struggle to be anything than miserable and I hate it. It’s not fair to anyone. Not myself but more importantly, not to those that love me and sacrifice so many things on a daily basis just for my benefit. That’s why I’m hoping this new chapter of ours will allow me to get a new start, if for nothing, only for my own mental health! Besides, my wife and stepson deserve my absolute best. Not that the time that has passed with them was horrible on my end, at least I hope not, but I could have definitely done better. I guess everyone can always do better, but I’m really looking forward to this fresh start. So anyway, sorry for this long and rambling post, but I wanted to say hello and give you a small idea of what’s going on. I really appreciate any of you out there who still follow these little blurbs about what’s going on in my life. It means so much. I know I keep saying that I’m going to write more often, but this time I mean it! I promise! I hope that all of you out there are well. Talk soon!