Dear 2018, I didn't greet you with vision and strength. My resolutions barely full words, only letters tethered together out of obligation to other's expectation. I was barely holding on to myself at that time, let alone ideas of a self I was supposed to resolve to work toward. All I knew was that I needed to get up for the sake of my son. I had to get up to make sure he was getting everything he needed and that I supported his life...When he wasn't present, I was no where near present for my life. I actively stopped showing up for myself. The latter part of last year and much of this year is when my disappearance started to become noticeable. I lost friends and what feels like a multitude of opportunities. It was quite difficult to face folks anymore. How was I supposed to explain myself when my words were stifled by pain & shame. As much as I tried to be present for my son, he unfortunately felt my vacancy...Every time I lef...