There is one question that keeps me awake at night.
Not bills.
Not therapy schedules.
Not even exhaustion.
It’s this:
“Who will love and take care of my 15-year-old son when I’m gone?”
I’m turning 46 in January.
I’m a single mom.
His father left when my son was just 3 months old. Walang balikan. Walang support.
And my son has autism.
Autism doesn’t end at childhood.
Our kids don’t magically become “okay” adults.
They grow up needing structure, safety, and support... for life.
Love alone cannot guarantee that.
Kahit gaano pa natin kamahal ang anak natin.
That realization hurts.
But ignoring it is more dangerous.If something happens to you tomorrow... is your child financially protected?
If that question makes your chest tighten, you’re not weak. You’re awake.