I'm tired of therapy sessions and measuring meds and blood work. I'm tired of insurance forms and IEP meetings and walking on eggshells. I'm tired of strangers giving us dirty looks, unsolicited advice and family members that figure they know best when they haven't got the first damn clue. I'm tired of justifying the choices we've made to every Tom, Dick and Harry on the planet. I'm tired of having to live my life according to the rules set by bureaucrats whom I've never met and don't care about what's best for me, my family, and my neighborhood, just what will get them re-elected.
I hate knowing that if I'd made different choices long ago it might be different. I hate that not a day goes by that I can't talk or write or think about mental illness, psychosis, PTSD and depression. I hate that I had to sacrifice parts of other lives to save one. I hate that I can't do what I want because I have to do what is necessary.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs while I run frantically through the streets towards nowhere. I want to punch and hit and kick and scratch and flail. I want to make plans for the future and never have a contingency. I want to be judge and jury to everyone who had the audacity to judge me, and pass a painful and drawn out sentence with impunity. I want to be able to take a phone call without having my pulse elevate.
I'm fighting to keep a child alive. A marriage alive. A family intact. Every mother I know in a similar situation is doing the same. We band together to try and keep each other going just one more day, like some bastardized 12-step program. Some days we cry ourselves to sleep over our situation. Sometimes over each other's. There's rarely enough hope to go around. All we can do is share it when we have just a little extra. Today, I have a little bit to spare, so I'm passing it on.
You CAN do this.
You DO matter.
You DESERVE happiness.
I'm not going ANYWHERE.