Sorry its been awhile since my last post. My biggest worry over everything if Pooh would regress again. PTSD never gives me a break and reminds me in my nightmares of him not knowing who I am, his hallucinations and
The one thing I have learned over the years, my tragedy whether it was rape, domestic violence, mental health issues from the kids, or what ever the case it gave me a tolerance to the everyday problems and I always tell myself,
When Pooh was first diagnosed. There was a lot of trial and error as to what worked for him. His speech was only twenty six words in preschool. He use to hit, didn’t like to be touched unless he wanted
*First and most important I want to thank The Women Shelter, agencies in my area, co-workers, and those anonymous people who have felt lead to help our family to have a nice Christmas. If it hadn’t been for everyone I don’t know
The kids and I snuck up to our new home over the weekend. It secured everything seeing the workers there building steps for the children. It gave a little reality that I bought a home, it was an exciting nervous.
After my breakdown last year, therapy helped me to understand I had to redo my way of thinking and prioritize what is important, and what I need to do. My marriage was already going down hill because he didn’t like my
Sorry its been awhile so much has happened lately! For starters, Direct Loan approved me to buy a home. The realtor I’m working with seemed to have the heart for the kids and couldn’t wait to tell us. The amazing