On Monday I took Clarissa and Ammon to the Orem hospital so we could get Clarissa ex-rayed and tested for allergies. She has never drawn a clear breath in her life and we thought it was probably time to start figuring this out.
Amazingly, I ran into my neighbor Molly Spencer at the hospital. She and I chatted, and I told her that I had left the church and that Abe was really struggling (and had in fact had a legitimate nervous breakdown over the weekend). She was so helpful not only listening, but helping me understand how to support Abe better. She also took Ammon and fed him while I dealt with Clarissa–who was a perfect rock star for everything! When they drew her blood (lots of it, it seemed) she didn’t even flinch. She just stared at the needle in her arm and didn’t move a muscle. Then she was great for the ex-rays too.
Molly and I chatted a lot after all of the tests and I just felt so helped. Then Abe called me and told me that his session with his therapist was AMAZING and brought him out of the breakdown. I was so, so grateful to hear this. I felt that our family was blessed and supported all day long in all sorts of ways, but Molly and Abe’s therapist were the chief angels of the day.