Happy Palindrome Day 02022020!

Again, it's been a while since I posted because, well, life. My health has deteriorated a lot since my last post so I just haven't had the mojo to sit at my laptop and post. However, I have learned how to post from my phone so I am going to try to post daily now.

 It's February, so you know what that means children. We have 28 days to squeeze in 500 years of Black History! Seeing as to how I am black every day, I am going to try to make a priority to post a piece of our history every day on my blog, too. No need to keep it to the shortest month of the year.
There's been a lot going on in my life since my last post. My son is growing like a weed! The government is contesting my disability. I have learned to dislike doctors even more, but I found one that LOVE. I have learned that I can't change my situation. I can't pray away my disabilities, nor my sons. No amount of medications nor therapies can take them away. They can improve the situations, but we have to learn that this is our world. We also have to learn that no amount of harassment from others can force us to change our world. 

I struggle daily with the fact that I can't do what I used to do anymore. I want to go to work and make a six-figure salary again. I want to be able to travel again. I want to be able to eat what I want and wear what I want and do what I want again. But alas, I can't. When I try, I am quickly reminded by my body that I am not the same person I was five, or even three years ago. Then I have to clean up the carnage, shed a tear, and find a cool place to lick my wounds. (not really lick them because that would be gross)

Life can be hard. But I resolve to be harder than life. I have to get through this thing in order to be here for my son, who at this moment is forcing me to watch the same episode of 'It's Pony' for the tenth time today!

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