Christiana Care in Delaware. Only Trauma Center in my whole damn state, but thankfully close by for convenience. I’m not trying to be selfish on here, but I’ve had more than my fair share of “traumas” in my life. Yet, everyone still depends on me. I’m wiped out. Don’t think I can go through much more. I watched them put my son in some kind of motorized harness today to move him from bed to chair for a bit. I’m basically alone and I don’t think I’m going to survive yet another tragedy. I’m scared to leave him, but I’m so tired. “Tired” isn’t even the right word, but idk how to properly express. I have to remember that this is not about ME. It’s about my SON. Just feels like I’m going to be more of a hindrance than a help due to my own disabilities. I broke down today in front of my son and I can’t forgive myself for that. I know he needs me to be strong, but I fear I’ve used up whatever survival instincts I had left. I want/need the sprint vs the journey 💔