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Y'all, I'm struggling. I've been struggling. I have good and bad days and I understand this is the journey, but I'm ready for some kind of destination. Some kind of relief. Some kind of a feeling like I can let out the breath I've been holding for so long. To feel the weight drop off my shoulders, to not fee like I'm just surviving and getting through the day. Back when Henry was still a baby, but we knew that things were going to be different, no idea just how different, but different, our neighbor shared something with me that I appreciate more than she'll know. She has her own struggles with an autistic son and understands the worry, wonder and all the things. She sent me a poem that is so true and incredibly accurate in the dreams I had for motherhood. A family. Life. No one thinks they'll have a child with medical issues or special needs. No one even dreams of it, but it happens and your whole perspective on life changes. In the short term, for m...