Today was therapy day. I dread these days. I have to get showered, dressed and make myself presentable. I have to get weighed and I really hate that. But today was a bit different. My doc actually listened to me and what I had to say. I told her about all the death that has happened over the last 30 days. The guy from my Instagram community, my friend who killed herself and then my Uncle. So many emotions and she didn't put down a one of them. When it came to my meds she read them off and didn't recommend changing anything. Maybe today with all the bullshit and drama she didn't want me to go through more. Who knows?! Who cares! My meds stay the same and all is right with the world.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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