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Thursday Thoughts: May 4, 2023

May is here, and summer is just around the corner. It’s not too late to start changing your lifestyle and try new regimens. You are capable of blooming like May flowers.

Here is part four of my story:

Once I rejected the narrative that was being written for my son, sought out truth, and began to form a new community that believed in my son’s healing—I was able to fully harness a power that we all have deep down within us. That innate fire that burns in our gut for something better—something different—something more than what we’ve been told is possible.

It was from this place that I was able to start really sharing our story and in that came the creation of something much bigger than just what we had been through with my son.

The cool part about being brave and bold enough to be vulnerable in what has happened is that it becomes about so much more than just our “happy ending”. When shared, stories weave others together. It’s in stories that people connect and find hope.

It isn’t in statistics…

It isn’t in doctor’s offices where you are told to accept the worst…

It isn’t in labels, or numbers, or things that are meant to categorize us…

Hope is found in the everyday. In what is seen. In what is unseen. In what is experienced. In what is desired to be experienced. In what is within us that eventually becomes what is around us.

Hope can’t be quantified by experts and it is in this that makes them not just unable to understand it when it comes to their professional diagnosis, but also what makes them doubt mothers when they choose it.

From this new place I found myself with clear eyes and hope in my heart and I witnessed my son heal. I watched him do things they said he would never do. I watched him become someone that didn’t fit the diagnosis he had been labeled with.

It was worth being misunderstood. It was worth being called crazy. It was worth all the discomfort I went through to gain healing for my son and hope for my family.

There is something so much better for you and your family than sitting in a place where doubt and disbelief exist.

I don’t know what challenge you are up against. I don’t know what label you’ve been given. I don’t know what lies have been spoken over you.

But what I do know is you do not have to accept it. You can overcome. Your child can overcome.

My story may not look like yours, but no story will read the same. However, we can ALL hope for and work towards happy endings.

I believe in yours.