Sitting upon my fold-out Ikea dining chair, hunched to keep his phone in range of the plug whilst using it – Adam’s large, Jamaican frame still managed to take up 10% of the volume of my Rathmines bedsit.
Days like this….
A dear friend of mine told me
to place my life in gods hand
to have a little faith that this is all
part of his master plan
The story of my children
I’m sitting here now thinking where do I start. Where do I start with my boys, let’s start with right now…
My son is sitting the other side of the room in a teddy bear onesie that now smells of sick and poo.
The First Psychiatry Meeting
Today marks my first ever meeting with a psychiatrist. A good ole crazy people doctor for good ole crazy me. The psychiatrist turns out to be a sweet, bubbly, round-faced young woman who looks more like a favorite elementary school teacher than a psychiatrist, but in a good way. I like her immediately. Finally, someone normal.