Today was one of those days where I simply didn’t cope well with anything. Between the shooting yesterday, the raccoons (and yes I said raccoons, as in more than one) in our attic, everything going on with Lizze, all that’s going on with Elliott, Gavin’s constant decline and Emmett’s daily struggles, I’m drowning.

I’m having one of those days that I think every special needs parent has. One of those days where the weight of everything on my shoulders becomes too much to carry gracefully.

There’s a great deal of worry about the future of my family. I’m really struggling to make ends meet and I’ve recently had a longterm partnership expire because the program was terminated. That has hit pretty hard and I’ve not been able to make up the loss.

It’s really hard to make any forward progress because there are too many things happening at the same time and it’s impossible to keep up.

The only way to describe this feeling is that of drowning.