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Little humans defy explanation. Just how do genetics, parenting, socioeconomic factors, and the many unknowns--mix and bubble together to form a personality? Even kids born of the same parents, brought up in the same environment, are often very different.
Mix in a little neglect, abuse, and mental illness, and the picture gets even more convoluted. Life is challenging enough under the best of circumstances, but this--- this, is something altogether more draining.

I am the first to share the wonderful story of how our family was made. A conscious decision to grow our family, bringing in little souls who might otherwise be lost. We now find ourselves in the position of trying to save a lost soul who has been given a family, a safe and loving home, has all of his needs met.... and is still so lost. We are watching him free fall. Despite every effort to get him the help he needs, he slides further and further out of reach. It is overwhelming for every person in his orbit. He is doing his best to self destruct. We need to stop the free fall.


We have measures in place, to slow the destructive pace. We pray for him. We try to create room for him to succeed and to love himself. I hope that his wounded spirit is not past fixing. I hope we can get him back on the rails and on the path to a future of peace and well being. I am trying to see the sun through the clouds here, I can still see blue skies, but it is getting tougher.

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