When my fuse is so short that I can barely manage not to cry profanities toward my child’s behavior, I know it is time to get help, and immediately. I thought I was doing better than I am, but tonight shocked me into the reality of the situation: I am still very much not okay, and I need help. Specific help.
God, help me request and receive the help I need, please. Keep my husband and our baby and me safe and make us well. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2025
hannah ananas 