Family. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.
April 5, 2022, 6 years deep into treatment for depression and an anxiety disorder, and just one month into a partial hospitalization program to treat a crisis point in their mental health; my eldest child was officially “stepped down” from the full day program to the afternoon program.
Friday, November 6. 2020…10:07am The end of week 34. All week I’ve had snippets of the song “Stuck In The Middle With You” by Stealers Wheel running through my head.…
Even though we’ve done everything “right” – we stayed home for weeks, we always wear masks when we go out, we social distance when we go out, we bathe in hand sanitizer and wash our hands constantly. We do all the things. All. The. Things. And yet my husband still picked up something and passed it to me.
For the record….I am totally pro mask wearing. Also for the record….if you are still refusing to wear a mask (unless you have an actual health reason not to), I am completely judging your decision as selfish and shortsighted.
By stripping away the people, pressures, and noise of the world, the man-child has been able to fully accept and own who he is and begin to claim his space in the world. It’s definitely a big deal.
Friday, June 5, 2020…7:17am The end of week 12. For those doing the math, that is 3 entire months. For. The. Love. At about week 2.5 I made an intentional…
Friday, May 29, 2020…1:21pm The end of week 11. It’s a gray day. May Gray is what it’s called here in Southern California. It fits the general mood in our…
Friday, May 22, 2020…2:33pm The end of week 10. Double digits. No end in sight. Where we live in Los Angeles County, some things are slowly beginning to re-open, and…
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