staying home

My life becomes a prison.
A cell with a window, with beautiful sunlight streaming in.

I spend all day with my son. High-needs, nursing all day.
My mind is trapped in the minutia of life. I am so alone.

I crave his company, but he is at work.
I dread his company. When he is at work, I have peace.

He comes home, we fight, I cry.
The days circle around like a carousel.
Nothing I do is right.

Facebook.
My savior!

I meet other mothers, reach out.