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Oh oh oh... I will have to think on this...and share more when I have the mental capacity to write....
Oh oh oh... I will have to think on this...and share more when I have the mental capacity to write....
My children. Reading: It's an escape. Sleeping - don't get to do it enough - insomnia gets the best of me. Advocating for my sons. Writing. So much I can say... I have alot of interests - just not a lot of energy to enjoy them.
My children. Reading: It's an escape. Sleeping - don't get to do it enough - insomnia gets the best of
I just wanted to see how you were doing. Hope you are having a dood day. Let me know if you need anything! Take care! :)
Morning Hug,,good way to start any day,,,,Hope you have a great one
Nice to have you in the A.N.G.E.L.S group. Hope to see you posting......Have a Great Day
Hi Jenny! Welcome to ANGELS! Thank you for joining. Keep hanging in there and let me know if you ever need to talk. You are in my thoughts and prayers :)
I'm 35. Married almost 7 yrs. Have a 5 1/2 son with Autism, and a 3 1/2 son who is typical. I am exhausted, in pain, depressed, and not at all interested in sex. Even touching is hard. I need help and am scared of what has happened to my body (Really long story) that has caused these changes - aside from just everyday stress... I need help, advice, a friend...
I have always been high strung, but since the birth of my children and the diagnosis of my oldest with Autism - each day is a struggle and I find myself facing moments of extreme anxiety. Anxiety is debilitating, I hate it, it seems to make me chronically exhausted and I want it to fade away... I want to wake up alert and ready for the day.
September 2002, 56 hours of hard labor, morphine sleeps, epidurals and pitocin in mass doses, then with the help of some lovely forceps and a nice man straddling my body - finally - delivery of my baby, my first born, no word adequate to describe his affect on me. Someone else crawled on my belly and pushed him out of me. He was a perfect ball of baby - giggling, eating, smiling, loving...and developing somewhat typically with beauty and with grace. And then we were hit by a train.