F*ck him, how is that for therapy? #parentingwithanincarceratedparent

Hey Mamas, I started therapy a year ago. In secret. I didn’t want my family to judge me. I didn’t grow up on therapy, I grew up on prayer. To be honest, it was surface level at first. I didn’t truly want to step out of my comfort zone because, “I’m strong”. As a matter … Continue reading F*ck him, how is that for therapy? #parentingwithanincarceratedparent