I'm teaching in church today. Again. Again because I don't feel ready and I never feel like I'm ready. I'm fighting off a lot of discouragement lately. I feel like I'm running a race and I'm never where I'm supposed to be. I feel like I'm giving my all, yet I'm late for appointments, forgetting things, and disorganized. I used to be so proud of myself for being able to schedule everything and get an amazing amount done. Now the reality is that I need a good twenty minutes a day just staring into space, and another twenty minutes to process what is happening with my daughter Chickadee. Therapy is hard right now, at least home therapy. Every time I do it it reminds me that she might lose the very skills we're working on tomorrow. I know it's worth it. I know she will have better mobility, motility, bone density, lower rates of scoliosis, but I'm still mourning the first and second regressions. My brain just refuses to acc...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.