I’ve told the kids in the ghettos that violence won’t solve their problems, but then they ask me, and rightly so; “Why does the government use massive doses of violence to bring about the change it wants in the world?” After this I knew that I could no longer speak against the violence in the ghettos without also speaking against the violence of my government.
Martin Luther King Jr. (via loveinfamine)

This week has been pretty shitty.

My little girl is starting middle school next week. She is now too cool to hold my hand or hug me. All you guys living with your parents: give your mom a hug. 

Robin Williams’s death has really affected me. I have tried to commit suicide twice, and I know what that feels like. It makes me so sad that he hurt that much. 

Dealing with my husband’s autism has been difficult recently. He’s had more problems with sensory input than I ever remember since we’ve been married, and I wish I could help him. He’s also isolating himself more from me, and that makes me sad. I try my best to make our home a safe, comforting place for him, where he can be himself and not have to wear a persona, and I feel like a failure.

Moving to a house 1/3rd the size of our old home is a huge adjustment. There is no privacy, and no place for me to recharge. My dogs also do not like having no backyard. I can’t wait to break ground on our new home.

Sorry, tumblr, you get to hear all my negativity, but my whole family follows my fb feed and will put in their two, know it all, cents.