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
Jenny’s karate studio use to be a few doors down from us. It made things so easy for me if I had appointments after work like therapy or I had to pick up medication. I asked her if it bothered
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?
My son slept from 7pm till about 6 in the morning. It was such a beautiful sight opening my eyes to see him standing and saying, “I’m starving Marvin mommy” with that adorable cheesy grin on his face. I stood up