We are moving ever closer to the winter solstice, the time I can’t help but reflect on the past 12 months and the changes that have come. This has been a tough one, eh. For some more than others, but for humans collectively this time, I think.
Today is about release. It is beginning anew without the old troubles. But I don’t think I am ready for it this year.
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”
My whole journey to this moment began with one little boy. My son, Cohen, is 7 years old (2019). 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 🙂
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.