Monday, June 25, 2018: Today I had a rough day. It started yesterday. I figured my mood was because I was exhausted. I usually stay up all night editing my blog over and over until it is just right or until I can’t look at it anymore because I am going to be ill. In my head, it has to be perfect. Yesterday I didn’t want to do anything. Why can’t you have one day where nobody wants anything from you and doesn’t ask any questions and quite honestly, doesn’t even know your name? +8
The motto for the Special Olympics is: “Let me win. But if I can not win, let me be brave in the attempt.” +9
This is a perfect subject because I believe you have to see the humor to get through menopause. Otherwise, it may become a viable reason for defense in a court of law for why we may physically hurt people during these years…
Happy Sunday my friends! I was overwhelmed by the response and amount of views on last week’s post and I thank you so much for the support! The feedback lead me to believe there was a need to continue the conversation about addiction and psychological disorders. This week I am going to discuss prevention. How we are going to try to prevent another one of my children, Isabella, from a co-occurring disorder.
Three of my kids have had to deal with learning disabilities and/or psychiatric disorders; Joey has Down Syndrome, my son Artie, has ADD with a reading disability and my Isabella was diagnosed with ADHD. I refused to put either one on any medication because I never believed that was the answer. Addiction is hereditary and runs in the family, so I always stayed away from anything that could be addicting.
Happy Sunday and Welcome Spring! Finally, 6 weeks after the first day of spring, it has actually arrived! The sun came out and we reached the 70s! Whoop whoop! Two days later we hit the 90s … crazy, but so be it! We live in New York, where anything can happen. So many feelings come to mind with the springtime. We all let loose a little bit and have more smiles on our faces. +2
Although I was a victim of so many different forms of sexual harassment for the better part of my teenage years and 20s, I am only going to pick a few instances for today. Otherwise, it would just be too much for one blog. By the time I was 15, I was done being a victim of anyone’s sexual deviance, enough was enough.
When I found out that I was pregnant and my baby had Down Syndrome, my mother said to me that I had finally gotten my wish. God answered my prayers and I was going to have a baby that would stay my baby forever. I always wanted my kids to stay little and sweet and innocent. It was my dream to keep kissing their beautiful, adorable faces and tell them I love them and that they would never grow up.