I had allotted myself a week: to grieve, to question. It was time for a decision. Little man was depending on me and I had already wasted too much time. I wished I could stay in bed with the covers over my head but that was not an option. I wish a lot of things lately.
I packed up my car for the second time in two weeks. The road was my shoulder to cry on, the wind was a listening ear.
Mile after mile was clocked, Jackson's snores kept my thoughts company from the back seat.
The Chicago skyline glistened in the sunrise, my fears knotted in my gut.
A new day.
A fresh start.
Hopefully, the right one.
Jackson and I have arrived safely to the Chicago area to stay with my dad. You all have no idea how much your supportive words and messages have meant to me. I have no way to know when I will be able to post but I hope to use this space for healing (and soon!)