Yesterday was bad and after I hit “Publish” on my last post, it went into a nosedive. There are a number of things I need to work trough before I’ll be ready to write about them; maybe once I talk with my therapist next week, but only time will tell.
If I thought last night was rough then today was ready to show me what a bad day really looked like beginning with having a police officer at my front door to do a welfare check… not on me, but on my youngest who had someone concerned about them enough they called social services. Now his mother and I are looking to get him into therapy and taking a number of precautions as well.
I remember when each of my children were small how difficult it was to get much, if any, sleep. As much from overall concern to the practical reasons every parent deals with and now, all these years latter, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to sleep comfortably again.