I’m Not Asking For Help But I Desperately Need it

Here I sit, a hot mess. On the outside, I might look like I have my stuff together, but I don’t. Heck, maybe I don’t even look like I have my stuff together, but I’m trying. I’m trying to smile and pretend to be OK, but it’s hard. You see, last week my 7-month-old son … Continue reading I’m Not Asking For Help But I Desperately Need it