I rock my son in my arms as if we were listening to a sweet melody. His cries bounce of the wall begging for me not to coax him into sleeping. He loathes napping and bedtime as if I were kicking his favorite little puppy. He whines, pleading that I stop trying to make him …
When nightmares feel all to real
Most of my nightmares consist of me running, forever it seems. Being chased or chasing someone or something. Thankfully in my dreams I have stamina and the endurance to keep running. I often wake up with my legs feeling sore at times. I also tend to get into these grand battles, always fighting. Winning some, …
Today was a hard day
Today was a hard day. Days similar to today have tried to break me and sometimes I think where I find my strength is keeping it all deep inside of me wrapped up tightly with all the other things I bury for the sake of others. I often write about how being bipolar feels to …
Potty training my autistic son
We all know potty training can be a nightmare. There are memes floating around much like this one that we have all seen our friends and family posting on social media.We all hear about how much better all lives involved, will be once our little one's are potty trained. Potty training isn't easy. Potty training …