“Mom, what’s going on?” One of my younger sons looked up at me. We had packed up to leave the beach, then stopped. My oldest son and I were whispering, trying to figure out our next step. “You know that little boy that bothers mommy?” He shook his head. I squatted down to look him in the eyes.
I am so glad your body has learned to be able to relax again since you have started this journey and that you are able to identify sources and avoid them to help. Its a constant state of panic when your body isn't able to at least identify the sources. People don't believe me when I say my legs go when I go in my kitchen. They think I am exaggerating because they aren't here and witnessing it daily. I'm glad there is someone who understands.
I am so glad your body has learned to be able to relax again since you have started this journey and that you are able to identify sources and avoid them to help. Its a constant state of panic when your body isn't able to at least identify the sources. People don't believe me when I say my legs go when I go in my kitchen. They think I am exaggerating because they aren't here and witnessing it daily. I'm glad there is someone who understands.