I’m still here, still kicking and fighting and clawing my way into my future.
I can’t afford to let my guard down now. Can’t afford to slack off.
I wish I had someone to bounce all of this off of, instead of internalizing it. My boys don’t want to hear about it… they have their own concerns to deal with.
So I’m still alive out here. And if you prick me, I still bleed.
I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ ~!