I had to stop my pill today a few days early. The fact that I spent most of the day crying over EVERYTHING was kinda that straw that broke the camels back.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
I KNEW the pill made my illness worse.
I KNEW the pill made me horribly depressed.
I KNEW the pill was the spawn of Satan and should be treated accordingly (ie: NOT swallowed).
Hopefully it will get it’s insidious little fingers out of my system fast so that I can start to heal. Because I really need to be well again, at least for a while.
Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t go back to bleeding incessantly.
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After one of those fights with Nathan today (you know those fights. They go “When do I get time off?! I can’t keep doing this without a break! I am tired and sick and lonely!) I have come to the conclusion that in order to be a good mother, I actually need some time away from Amy occasionally.
This is hard for me to write, because I always equated ‘good parenting’ with being there all the time, on hand all the time.
(Yes, shoot me now. I am stupid)
So I am tired and worn out. I yell too much and I am stressed alot of the time.
I need a break.
I am sick of yelling at Amy, Seven, Nathan, the toaster, the TV and anything else that may annoy me. I am sick of feeling so stressed.
We are in the process of discussing sending Amy to a home based carer for one morning a week. At least then, I would get some time off. Nothing is decided yet, but we have an info pack arriving in the mail so we can do some research.
The social factor will also be good for Amy. She doesn’t get to play with other children on a regular basis since getting to my mothers group became hard to manage.
Like I said, I need a break.