I'm not ashamed.
To those who follow my stories about my children, this is my youngest son Erik. He was born normal and healthy and on time. But some life-altering events with his heart took place when he was just an infant, so it lead to his development being delayed. He is 17 yrs old and a senior... Continue Reading →
This is what I want writers to know. As I scroll the feed, I read All the stories where others have chosen to pour their heart out, As if it's an open journal entry for everyone to read some of their most intimate thoughts. I read mostly ones that are tagged within the mental health... Continue Reading →
Today I just wanted to share some short video clips of my youngest son, Erik. 17 years ago, while he was fighting for his life in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) doctors told us that he would likely not survive and I'm so very glad I wasn't convinced by their prognosis. I leaned on... Continue Reading →
If I can be honest. If I'm allowed to express my truths. If I can tell others how it feels to experience those chapters of my life when my youngest son died twice in my arms on two separate occasions, when he was discovered to have significant developmental delays. When my oldest son experienced anxiety,... Continue Reading →
This is my short thought for this evening. Having what you thought was everything to make you happy, means nothing without being happy because you wish you had less than before. -Erika
FYI, just because an individual is NonVerbal. It does NOT mean they are deaf & you need to raise your voice, nor does it mean they are unable to comprehend given instructions. There was once a time in my own son's life that he did not speak. His development was at a different pace than... Continue Reading →