“I cannot believe this is my life!” These were the words I shouted as I bolted out the door of my mother’s home. Things were not going well at the time and the strain of disabilities were testing me to the limit. Seeing the frustration build, my mother offered to take Dani for the afternoon, and it was a good thing because I was ready to explode.The gesture was kind, and the only thing my mother could do to help, but it wasn’t enough. Unable to find joy in the thought of having only a few hours away, I found myself dreading the moment I’d have to pick my daughter up again. A few hours alone simply weren’t enough. If I could have had anything in the world at that moment (that was guilt-free and legal) it would have been to drive off into the horizon and never come back. But this was not an option, so I took what was offered, scanty as it seemed…