I Don't Recall Breaking Two Mirrors

Mood: happy
Listening to: Malcolm in the Middle

The last two days my daughter has been enrolled in a partial hospitalization program aimed at preventing a full hospitalization. Supposedly she's to learn how to cope with her problems and not react with so much anger that she punches herself in the head and do further damage to herself. My family is familiar with the program since my other daughter went to it last year since she is bipolar and she suffered from severe depression. My younger daughter is the exact opposite in character though and 4 years younger. After two days she no longer wants to attend and I can't blame her for wanting to leave. I would love to know who the genious was that decided 11 year olds should be with kids up to 16 to discuss their problems. After all, I'm sure they have the same issues to discuss. She came home to tell me all they talk about is how they take Ecstacy and cocaine and drink all the time and have sex. I should have known better too because we homeschool and she is not even subjected to the public school atmosphere. We do have kids in the neighborhood of different ages but not many older than her, most are in her age group. So, she stuck with it for two days but today she got upset and told me she wouldn't go tomorrow. I am not going to make her either. I'll call them and speak with the director and tell him I'm not really pleased with the age difference and that she feels very uncomfortable. Of course that brings me back to square one again.      I will continue to try. Next stop is family therapy...yuck.....but, what the hell, I've been in therapy alone since I was 12, what difference does it make?

I went out in the garden again today. Had a wonderful encounter that only fellow gardeners could understand.  Seeing all of the new growth that had emerged since Sunday and then I uncovered more that hid been hidden by the snow previously. This is what truly fascinates me in the world and I love to watch things grow. This garden is especially nice because I made it last year as a memorial garden for my mother. Seeing as I had planted alot of things during a time that I was seriously grieving I've found that I can't remember exactly what I planted. Some plants I recognize since I've gardened since I was young but my pills have caused my brain to forget alot so I feel like a kid in a candy shop. I had the biggest smile on my face while I was uncovering my "babies". My daughter says I look like a kid unwrapping presents on Christmas. Exactly.