I came up stairs to go to bed and EJ is peacefully sleeping. In the next few hours he will most likely start screaming. I wish I knew what was wrong. I wish he could tell us. I wonder if he will ever speak. If he does, what will his first word be? Sometimes the pain is just to much to bear. I wish the rest of the world would understand what this is like. I be happy if just the part of the world I crossed paths with understood. I wish bill collectors would understand that things are really rough for my family at the moment and stop asking for money I don't have to give them. I wish there was a visible sign I could wear that would…