The Shit Hit the Fan: continued

Things weren't getting any better, but they weren't exactly getting worse (aside from my eating) and I still got to see the boys at church so I just forced myself to get through each day. Anytime I worked in Timothy's classroom he was glued to my...

Simply put: the shit hit the fan

It's been months since my last post, and for good reason. I've been dealing with so much hell the past couple of months. I had no desire to talk about it with anyone but my therapist really, all I really wanted to do was curl up in a dark room and not...