It’s been a rough few weeks. My husband and I were on track to continue Christian domestic discipline. We were navigating the challenges of discipline with children around, trying to figure out how to be quiet. The resolution has been to go to the basement after the kids go to bed. But then my brother-in-law came to stay with us and stayed in the basement. That ended our routine, and then I got sick and ended up in the ER.

And then the darkness happened. We made a rush trip to visit my father, and he passed later that week. The grief is overwhelming. When we returned home, my brother-in-law was still here. I’ve been sleeping a lot to combat the grief. My husband is my rock, letting me rest as much as I need to. I have feelings of guilt as well – guilt about my absence from him and from our children. I’m told it’ll get better, but right now, I don’t know.

We’ve talked about returning to CDD, and life at the house is getting back to a routine. I know we’ll return to it. I think it will help, to give me a feeling of stability. It’s just a long, dark process.