I’m a mess.  I have a husband, three kids and a guinea pig.  My house is a mess because I’m either blogging or taking my daughter everywhereher schedule dictates.

I used to be closer to perfect.  A lot closer.  Except that when life gifted me with ‘special’ stress, I broke.  At least my mind did.  I was overloaded by my husband’s job insecurity, some friends that turned out to be against my best interest, and my youngest child not developing normally.

I’d attended counseling and had antidepressants during and after pregnancy.  I was highly educated on mental health.  It never prepared me for waking up in a hospital with psychosis.

That eclipsed everything.  My other problems-including the diagnosis of my daughter with Rett Syndrome-are all secondary.