I went back to work Thursday, and very eager to go. I must be odd to some people but even though I was feeling better I had to work. It was a lonely summer and it was working on my depression a
This week gave me a little glimmer of hope for my kids. Pooh had therapy, to my amazement he spoke again in his words the trauma he experienced when he was in middle school. The therapist worked her magic with comforting words. Honestly,
I just finished another 11 weeks of college. My anxiety was through the roof worrying how algebra would turn out. It was my second time taking it, and the Dean said if I failed again I would get an educational
That first day back to school, was the most stressful day in my life. I wasn’t even planning on returning to work. It seemed easier to think, Bill’s best interest was to be schooled at home. But was it his best interest or more what I wanted?