I've decided to write about my eldest son under this separate heading.
I'm not sure how this will go; when I started this blog it was to talk about family stuff and in particular, post natal depression and depression. Most of the stuff about depression would have been written in past tense.
It seems life with its arse biting irony is not through with the crap because I feel that our eldest son has at least been suffering from depression for some time without us knowing, and we have no idea what is happening in his head at the moment.
I guess this will be a reality works in progress if I am able to do it. I don't really know, so time will tell. If this is lifes' payback for being bad when I was younger; crap, I must have been a bad bastard and not known it.
I'm not sure how this will go; when I started this blog it was to talk about family stuff and in particular, post natal depression and depression. Most of the stuff about depression would have been written in past tense.
It seems life with its arse biting irony is not through with the crap because I feel that our eldest son has at least been suffering from depression for some time without us knowing, and we have no idea what is happening in his head at the moment.
I guess this will be a reality works in progress if I am able to do it. I don't really know, so time will tell. If this is lifes' payback for being bad when I was younger; crap, I must have been a bad bastard and not known it.