Ugh

It's not easy most days lately. I got my own diagnosis of PTSD not too long ago. I'm trying to live with that, I've known for awhile I probably have it. I move forward and yet I feel stuck. Like with every step quicksand it pulling at my ankles. Keeping me suspended and in motion simultaneously. 

Francis seems like he's falling into a depression again and maybe his anxiety gets the best of him. It's become a battle to be in the same house and to share a family with the man I love....