Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong time line. Like my life isn't real, and if it is real, that it's all wrong. Not sure why. I just feel it to my bones. In the timeline I'm missing there is a level of happiness I am allowed to feel, that I can't here. There is a moment or two that I feel like it's possible, but soon after it gets swept away and covered up like dirt under a rug and stepped on.
That is all
it is now 2024
I have a twenty-five year old and a two year old.
I am 45, I never thought this would happen to me, I was content with the older one, he has the mental capacity of a two year old, I didn't realize it until we had a two year old to compare. I mean having a child with special needs was definitely not planned, neither was having a baby in my forties. This just proves that Life never goes as planned, for most people.
I love my kids.
I just wish I loved my life a little more.
The amount of Neurodivergence is staggering.
Well, that's all for now.
