Yesterday was a piece of work...
My daughter's 5th birthday party went well aside from only one kid from her class showing up, sitting with her grandma in the ER afterward while her nose poured blood, and waking up with what might be the flu... I'm struggling to come to terms with not having another child, as I was pretty badly abused at the hands of ER staff at the lowest moments of my life and refuse to face that stigma in the birthing unit.
Despite the emotional onslought somehow I haven't caved. There's nothing I want more than to stop hurting, and naturally it's like everyone I knew from the scene have some sorta spidey sense for when they should try to contact me... Oh yeah, and the vyvance that's helped me stay away from self destructive behaviors is too expensive now that the year has rolled over, so I'm on my own. So now I'm sitting here sick, exhauseted, and full of reasons to give up - but somehow still hopeful that maybe things will be okay.
I would say on average over 80% of my thoughts are negative and self defeating (not exagerating, trying to be realistic) so I'm here savoring this odd positive moment and celebrating the hope I see here.