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”
Walk with me a while I’ll match your small step with my own Talk with me, sweet child I’ll listen now, and when you’re grown Remember when we walked and talked And I was there, through sun and rain And if you need to walk and talk Please know, I will be there again WeContinue reading “The Sand and The Sting”
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.