Today I am feeling discouraged. You know when you are having your good days and you feel so positive and that you can help your child and are taking the right steps. And then bam, you feel like you plummeted to the bottom of the well. You question everything and focus more on the negative. You don’t handle things in the best manner and more tears are shed than need be. You feel lost, unsure and sometimes heartbroken. Having a child w/special needs is hard. I understand and know that having kids, period, is hard. The main difference I have seen w/raising my 2 boys is there are tough phases w/neurotypical kids and then bigger periods of reprieve or change or something new. With my older son with special needs, the demands are always there.
I honestly am already feeling the veil being lifted. I don’t know if it is this delicious Thai food I am savoring or the cathartic release from writing. My mind already feels less heavy and foggy. It is probably a little of both.