It’s been a month now since Little Bear was admitted to in-patient for possible psychosis and during that entire time I’ve only mentioned it in my mood trackers. I didn’t know how to talk about it. He’s been home since Thursday night and I’m still not sure how to talk about, but I’m going to try. Continue reading
Although summer isn’t officially here yet, it feels like it has arrived. The humidity where we live in Maine has hit around 80% and I’m just about dying. If it weren’t for the beauty of the untouched trees here I would find some excuse to find some place else to live. Seriously.
A lot has happened but whenever I sit down to write about it, it feels like nothing. So how do you talk about it? Easier to slip under the blanket and pretend the world doesn’t exist than to sort it all out.
Growing up, every major holiday involved food – and LOTS of it – for my family. That hasn’t changed over the years. As I write this Mom is cooking ham and Dad is trying to convince her to make a ridiculous amount of pies.
I’m reaching a point where I can feel myself physically getting tired, but unable to slow myself down enough to get more sleep. I laid down for a nap today and didn’t get a wink. My brain won’t stop and it’s nothing truly coherent per se. It’s more along the lines of internal dialogue similar to the din of a restaurant.
It’s been a quiet day today for the most part. Little Bear had a few hiccups here and there but other than that, he did well. He just needs to learn to slow down a bit and pay more attention to what’s being said rather than jumping to conclusions and blowing up. Not sure if he’ll ever grow out of assuming the worst.
Today the school called to have me come in for Little Bear. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten a call from them, but this time was different. I could hear him crying in the background over the phone. Continue reading
Aside from me sleeping quite a bit during the day, things are still fairly “normal” over here.
So I’ve been spending all day trying to figure out what I want to say. All because yet again I failed to bother filling out the mood tracker chart again and I feel obligated to report in for the week. If nothing else just to touch base with myself.
Slept through my alarm clocks this morning. So I wake up to my dad yelling at me asking me if the boys went to school and he’s standing there at the door with Little Bear sitting there at the computer. Continue reading