Sometimes reality hurts

So I returned from sunny Thailand and hit the ground running. Filled with jet lag and was welcomed with open arms by a very energetic Kyle. It is a moment so very precious I never forget the majic of seeing the delight in his eyes.

My first night back had me return to the realities of single mother. Most challenging moment experienced over the past many days..... Reality..... Whilst away, I promised myself that I would not let my self slip back into the sterile state of pure existence, going from day to day, ticking those boxes and forgetting to live! S**! I reflect having been back a few days now and I find myself falling back into this non existent state. This realisation of this makes me find heart to fight!

What should I begin with?