I have no less than five posts started that are all completely and totally depressing. To say that the issues we’re having with one child’s anxiety are all-encompassing would be an understatement.
One post wonders if I did this to her. By homeschooling her. By being a Type A personality. By yelling too much or not paying enough attention to her.
One post struggles with my fear and sadness over what has happened to our family.
One post goes through our thoughts about the whole “medicate/don’t medicate” debate.
And then there are others that try to change the subject but all come back to the realities of our life.
But, instead, I’ll hit publish on this one.
Today, I have hope. I am allowing myself to see some light at the end of the tunnel, however dim it may be and no matter how often I may lose sight of it. We will get through this.
Even if I have to repeat this a million times, it will be my mantra: We will get through this. And we will be better, stronger, happier for it.