Mood: yuk
Listening to: Dr. Phil
This day was long, spent on the usual struggle of getting my daughter to eat. I have to take her to her weight check tomorrow. I have reached that awful point of hurting so much that I no longer want to care. That's a really bad place to be. No mother wants to be in that position. Having names thrown at me daily and this ridiculous 'mean girls' attitude that grates against me like fingernails on a chalkboard is making me sick. I'm supposed to be the responsible parent tht doesn't react to the name calling and be big enough to not fly off the handle. What happened?! Maybe I made a mistake when I cut my medications in half. (I think so.) I have to honestly admit that I felt better mentally when I was on a higher dose. I didn't feel such rage percolating under the surface. But it made me gain so much weight that I feel like a puffer fish. I have to do something to break out of this rut I'm stuck in.
