It seems like I'm always waiting for something. Waiting for my girlfriend to commit, waiting for my finances to straighten out, waiting to get visitation with my son, just waiting.
I feel like a hamster on a wheel sometimes. Not going anywhere, but trying really hard to get somewhere.
My biggest concern is that I haven't been able to see my son in 2 years. The foster parents agreed to do a post adoption agreement, but they lied. My son will be turning 12 in March and It's weighing really heavy on my ❤️.
I've been diagnosed with Bipolar Depression, Anxiety and PTSD.
My son is the best part of me that exists in this world. He showed me how to be compassionate and more caring.
I miss him to the depths of the seas and oceans.
I love you Elijah ❤️