When the kids were little I used to long for peace and quiet with a physical ache. Thoughts of escape plagued me...the idea of sitting under a rock on a Tibetan mountain side was not unappealing.
I’m probably always going to have raw emotions around the differences between my children’s experiences of the world. I’m probably always going to be slightly more afraid for William than I am for Rachael. I think it’s just part of parenting neurologically diverse kids. I think I’m actually getting pretty good at processing all of these different emotions. That’s not a challenge, by the way.
Want to know what happens when a person with Generalised Anxiety Disorder decides to write a blog? It takes forever for them to write their second blog post, that's what.
Every writer has to start somewhere. Why not start with a book?