What Motivates Me

My son

The ‘other side’

The ‘light at the end of the tunnel’

That there’s more to ‘this life’ than what’s been thrown our way

We moved in hopes of finding a better support system, since we didn’t have one.

Initially, we thought we found the much needed support after ‘the move’. But that proved to be wrong, as it quickly disappeared after I began fighting back against the psychological abuse being thrown our way from our upstairs neighbor.

Then came the toxic environment with the abusive alcoholics. From the screaming matches to the tipping over of furniture, we spent more time out of the house than in it.

It became putting one foot in front of the other.

It became about showing my son not to give up.

One way or the other, we were going to get out.

Going back to the States wasn’t a viable option for a multitude of reasons

But we finally got out

And we’re slowly making our way down a new road

One we’re exploring together

Away from prying eyes and judging minds