I’m the meek kind. I don’t do so well at advocating for my children, or myself. But my heart is aching and I am tired of feeling ashamed. This photo is from January 2020, around my eldest son’s 8th birthday. It was snapped in the second or two that he paused on his race throughContinue reading “Love and Medication”
It’s scary moving to a new house in a new town when you’re only four.
My whole journey to this moment began with one little boy. My son, Cohen, is 7 years old. He has ADHD, Autism, a tic disorder and Chronic Pain. He is to be tested for Dyslexia and for Failure to Thrive.
I suppose it makes sense to start at the beginning, which also works well because the people just get cuter 🙂
Winter was my favourite season before having children. I loved frosty walks and those winter smells: hot chocolate, icy winds, cinnamon and brown sugar.
When Robin was born, my world came tumbling down. Post-natal depression brought me to rubble and I spent nearly four years rebuilding myself, shedding pieces and people along the way.