Carry on My Wayword Son
Oct 4, the night before my middle son's 17th birthday,1 year affter the death of my youngest sons father, we found out my big brother Marky …
A 39 year-old stay-at-home mother of 3 boys, a 20yr old college student, 16 yr old 2x Jr and and a special needs 13 year old who's father recently passed away, I seem to have lost myself: singer, dancer, elementary school teacher and UNM student and found a host of unmanageable symptoms in my place. I feel like a disease with feet when I'm at my worst and yet from that position can be such a beacon of light to other fellow sufferers because I know how they feel and can share how God has carried me through some horrific trials and tribulations. Not surprisingly other members of my family suffer from chronic pain also some remain trapped in a pit of drug addiction which I began climbing out of at age 13... Not every day successfully according to some but "Sobriety" takes on a whole new meaning when dealing with chronic pain and disease. I trust in God I have a pulse and I'm reaching out.
A 39 year-old stay-at-home mother of 3 boys, a 20yr old college student, 16 yr old 2x Jr and and a special needs 13 year old who's father recently passed away, I seem to have lost myself: singer, dancer, elementary school teacher and UNM student and found a host of unmanageable symptoms in my place. I feel like a disease with feet when I'm at my worst and yet from that position can be such a beacon of light to other fellow sufferers because I know how they feel and can share how God has carried me
Oct 4, the night before my middle son's 17th birthday,1 year affter the death of my youngest sons father, we found out my big brother Marky …
I m realizing that 14 years ago today I weighed 290 lbs after delvering a a 9lb8oz boy three week pre maturely . I had an open Csection …
I woke and prayed, Lord thank you for making me your peaceful servent. Help me not be angry or reactive. Bless my children with an understanding …
I can not believe how my cognitions and emotions vaccilate to such extremes. I don't even want to acknowlege my self loathing in contrast …
I'm sitting peacefully now at my ex-husband's, the father of my two older sons, house. We just ate dinner and in the other room …
I never began any treatments until after my 2nd sons birth when I was 21. But my 1st suicide attempt was in the 2nd grade. I have a mix of diagnosis none greater than God so there's hope. My bad times are better and farther apart.