As you know, we've been on quite the roller coaster ride with kt. All over the place emotionally, mentally, etc.
This past week has been hell on wheels.
Having said that, I woke up to kt making breakfast this morning; my coffee was made & she had a batch of oatmeal cooking in the microwave.
Who is this kid? Very calmly & matter of factly I said "so I see that 13 year old part of kt is here this morning".
"Yup, mom. I'm here for the week. Little kt is sleeping. And we're all still kt." :surprise:
In my mind this is pretty scary stuff. And it's how we've been asked to deal with this complex PTSD stuff.
