We lost my stepson on Thursday. None of us even knew how bad things were for him. All I can think about right now is how much pain he must have been in, and how I failed him.

His mother died last year, and his grandmother died in February. I was the only mother figure he had left and I just didn’t see it.

I know that people with depression are really good at hiding their true self. I’ve been there, but I’m still struggling not to blame myself.

If you ever feel like no one cares, know that there is someone out there who cares deeply and wants to help you.

I need to finish writing the book I’m working on. It’s a struggle right now because my focus is shot. But I don’t think Amazon will let me push it back again.

Anyway I have to get going on actual work. Laterness.