Doctor’s visit
November 19, 2009
I finally made it to the doctor. I don’t think I had been there in over a year. I asked her to refill my prescription, as I am sick of being depressed. She asked if I was having thoughts of hurting my self or others. ”No”, Yeah, like I am going to tell you that I have been thinking
Halloween at the doctor's office
about killing my self. I have known since my kids were born that I would not commit suicide until they leave the house. Maybe a couple of years after to make sure they are doing ok. That is why I went to the doctor today, I have a 12 year old who also has mental problems, and why should he suffer because of me. As it is, they have to put up with a dirty house, an unavailable mother at night ( I turn in to a raving bitch at night ) so that I don’t scream at them or the husband. I hardly cook anymore and barely leave my office which is next to my bedroom.
I was hoping to find other people who had the same feelings and thoughts, but I can’t find anyone being as candid as I am. I do would like to commiserate with others like my self. So, if you are reading this and have a blog like this, let me know so that I can visit yours.
