It's early in the morning. The early that's almost too early for most people. Reflecting on myself is detecting satisfaction with the way my son understands me. He knows I'm bipolar and at times I've got extra weight in my shoulder. As if I'm constantly being ran over by a boulder and when I feel that, towards him, I couldn't be much colder. I apologize to him and he tells me he understands. It's getting easier to communicate with him due to him understanding that it's not anger towards him that I pursue. This bond we're building is what I must insue.
“If you don't explain to your children why you're angry they might think you're angry at them. This could build a wall really fast.”