Raising a One-Year-Old While Rebuilding My Life at 20

I was absurdly young.

I was catastrophically tired.

I was hilariously overqualified for motherhood and simultaneously winging every part of it.

But my son turned one surrounded by family who adored him,

in a town that felt breathable,

in a house that felt like a mathematical pivot —

a calculated leap that only a certain type of mind can pull off at 20.