Aesthetic- Take Me To The King
Tamela Mann
I have been sleep deprived for so long, the dysfunction that comes with the diagnosis has become my normal. Often times I feel like I’m drowning while experiencing hell on Earth. The destructive behaviors are insane. My son just turned 7 years old with the strength of a teenage boy and temper transformation like the hulk. I often find myself asking God when is it going to stop ?
The destruction The sleepless nights
The frustration The over exertion
The exhaustion The dissary
The attacks The insanity
When will it stop? I lay down to sleep and my reality is worse than a nightmare. So numb it’s hard to shed a tear. I feel like I’m not built strong enough to bare but not weak enough to tear. God when will it stop?
The “meltdowns” are more like “Roar-ups”. The clean up is insane. If the fly on the wall could talk he would pity my house hold as he unfolds the destruction he witnesses from a child going through something a loving family is trying to understand.
I just need to sleep for like a week, is that too much to ask. Things won’t always be like this. I have to believe that for my sanity. I’m exhausted.
