It’s 2:00. I’m alone in a cafe, having spent the past two hours in a intense therapy session. I took an additional two hours after with Bella at her hourly care so I can work.
It’s my last week of my current term of school. Lots to do there.
I haven’t written here in a while. Several in drafts.
I have calls to make. Appointments to check.
And here I sit. Scrolling through pages mindlessly as I avoid this. Writing.
Because I feel like I should be ok. My writing should be about me healing. I’m healing y’all! Expecting a surprise baby and I’m just healing away over here.
I’m pregnant. It’s a girl. Things are good so far. Sunday was Preston and Julian’s birthday – 3 years. And we spent a quiet day at home together.
And yet. [Read more…]