Disabled and Working or...

 It's too early for this. It's 5:29am and I'm awake. Why? Well I'm 10 weeks pregnant and have a lot on my mind and I think the sleeping Pill I took may be wearing off or maybe the baby is hungry and it drove me to rummaging around in the fridge for an early morning snack. I know, I know. Last week I was talking about my feelings and my birth and giving encouragement for those with disabilities and this week I'm talking about a  10 week old fetus that's in my uterus. Good Times, good times. Lol.  It's amazing how time flies. It seems like yesterday my aunt was telling me to enjoy high school because it was going to go faster than it looked. It seemed like just last week someone else told me one day I would look up and forty would be at my door step. It seems like a few hours ago I was 33, counting how many years til forty I had left and desperately looking for a new job so that I could do something more in my field than security. I did but then about a couple...

 I was born in 1983. I weighed 1lbs. My mom and dad both say they could hold me in the palm of my hand, that's how small I was. The doctors told my mother that there was nothing more they could do for the little girl who was born three months earlier than her due date after hooking me up to tubes and machines to help progress my organs as they were under developed. I litterally have scars that serve as a reminder and testimony to the ordeal my body suffered through while struggling to be in this world.  However, that occured back in 1983. It's now 2024 and the only thing I can say is that at 40 years old I still want to cry and become frustrated because of how hard it has been to live and take it in this world. Even as a woman who have many attributes to my name and personality I still struggle with the old age question due to having a disability. Can I do it? Can I become more than what most think of me? Can I reach my highest purpose? Will my life have a better ending than b...