Honesty hour: Everyday since my Gran I left I have had to to look in my baby's face and tell him that if I don't have…

Honesty hour: Everyday since my Gran I left I have had to to look in my baby's face and tell him that if I don't have the will to hold on to life for anybody else it's him. I wake up everyday for him and I try my hardest to remain sane for him. I'm a walking zombie I'm numb. I feel like I'm just here.