Rage Room

This is what the bedroom looks like that has been the victim of rage.
It's painful, it's raw, it's real.

I cried at the thought of him sitting on the floor, crying because he was so afraid of the changes that were imminent. I was sad because his little brother had to see him throwing this stuff. I was worried that he broke his brand new guitar (he did not).

I wrote him a letter this morning, and told him I forgave him. I told him I love him no matter what. He will read it tomorrow. I will write about his intake later. It was a lot to deal with, but not nearly as hard as I thought it would be.
The prayers, the well wishes, the smiling photo texts, the sweet gestures... all of them, I am thankful for. I am grateful you are all helping carry us through this valley!