
When I answered the call to adopt, I didn’t expect puppies and kittens and rainbows and unicorns. I was prepared…..or so I thought. But it turns out that no book can prepare you for things like Reactive Attachment Disorder and PTSD or a myriad of other labels that may never be officially given to your child, but exist just the same.
I tried everything. Counseling. Therapies. Finally, I went to a psychiatrist and begged for drugs. But nothing helped. I was hopeless and looking at a lifetime of struggle. Nothing helped my child and her behaviors had caused my biological children irreversible damage as well. I had another child diagnosed with PTSD that came directly from his sister. My marriage was collapsing under the weight of it all. To say I was hopeless is a huge understatement.
My friend had been sharing with me something that worked for her. I wasn’t ready to listen. I’m not one to fall prey to the latest fad. But I had exhausted all other options. Medications had done nothing for my situation and I truly was at rock bottom. There were no other things to try. I felt guilt over putting my family through the trauma.
I started researching. If I was going to spend money, I was going to be dang sure I got the best bang for my buck. I knew it wasn’t going to work, but at least I would be able to say I tried the best. I spent six months researching.
And then the miracle happened. The miracle I didn’t expect. I started using it four times a day and my child started making eye contact. Started having self-control. She stopped hitting, scratching, biting, tearing out her hair, throwing furniture, and threatening her siblings. A true miracle and it didn’t stop there. We all saw benefits! Clearer skin, less doctor visits, less need for over the counter remedies….and the list went on and on.
I couldn’t stay silent and even if I had, people who knew our situation saw the changes. How could I not share what had given me what I thought was lost? HOPE. Helping people is the most gratifying thing I can imagine doing. Text messages and tears of gratitude and hugs of thankfulness because other people find hope and healing, too.
Come join my group of hope restorers. There is room for you at the table. Contact me!
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