I haven't posted here in a long time. It is because I feel guilty posting when things are good. They are. Good, really good. He is happy, he is confident. The powerful pull of personal growth has changed from a puberty monstrosity to a pleasing maturity. Was it the increase in fish oil capsules (his idea)? Was it the stepping up as we battled the system with his Nanna? Was it the loss of his Nanna? I do not know.
I think all those years of therapy and work may have had something to do with it. I think he is growing up. I think he is happy in his own skin.
I feel guilty posting of this when so many others are struggling. Then I remember. This is not wrong, it is not boasting, it is hope.
Things do change. Sometimes for the better. Usually when you least expect it.
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