Family. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.
On this day 15 years ago there was so much I did not know. I certainly didn’t imagine that our every day would include my child living (thriving) with mental illness. And that means that somewhere out there this evening are other mothers, in other hospitals, waiting for their own baby to join the world – and evidence shows that approximately 20% of those unborn children will likely have a diagnosable mental illness at some point in their lives.
What I know to be true is that my son wants to be fully and genuinely seen and accepted for who he is – and ASD is a piece of what makes him whole. So for him, and for every other child and adult on the spectrum (and for the people who love them) I ask you all to do me a favor – look beyond the label and see the person.
I was honored, and a little (okay a lot!) nervous to be invited as the featured speaker at Atascadero United Methodist Church as part of their annual Mental Health Awareness…
One year ago today I hit publish on “a little project” I’d been working on. Today I went back and read the post that started what has become an incredible…
When I started We’re All A Little Broken, I was intentional about not using pictures or names of my family. Even though I am telling our story, I also know…
I’ve lost count of the number of hours I have spent in the waiting rooms of doctors, therapists, and specialists in the past 2 years. I would wager that the…
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