Pitch Black A Mother’s Story of Loving a Child Through the Dark There are things the body never forgets. Like the sound of a hospital door locking behind you, while your six-year-old stays on the other side. The devastation of knowing that behind that locked door your first grader is lying on a plastic mattress …
Leaving the therapists office Monday, tears still in my eyes, I was left feeling raw and vulnerable while experiencing an overwhelming amount of mom guilt. Her words crashing through my head on repeat: “You need to ask his psychologist when enough is enough and he needs committed to the children’s psych ward. It also sounds …
Disturbing Dysregulation “I hate you. I hate everyone. I want you to kill me. Someone needs to kill me. I don’t want to be alive anymore. Kill me now. What does blood taste like. I’m going to drink all my blood. You hate me you hate me you hate me. You don’t love me. Everyone …