There are no perfect words for what this past 3 stretch of time has looked like. I’ve been quiet on here — not because I’ve had nothing to say, but because everything has been too loud to write through.
CPS officially closed our case. Not because the fight is over, but because they deemed me a safe parent and stepped aside. And in the next breath, I had to make the most gut-wrenching decision of my life — temporarily placing my son outside of my home to keep everyone safe, including him. It shattered me.
He’s hurting. We’re all hurting. But we’re still standing. I’ve been doing everything I can to get him the support he needs — from evaluations to more therapy — while still holding space for my other children, my job, and the emotional storm that keeps rolling through.
The post that follows is something I wrote from that place. The part of me that is broken and determined. A mother who is bleeding, yes — but still loving, still believing, still here.
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Letters From the Edge 