The last two days have felt almost too easy compared to the last seven weeks.
Just getting up, working, knocking of a bit early to pick up glasses for my granddaughter and having dinner with the kids.
The house is still in a bit of disarray, so the weekend will be dedicated to cleaning, resetting, and getting things back in order.
My daughter had an appointment brought forward, and we were finally given the medication we had been waiting on.
The system still frustrates me. There’s a constant stream of shifting ideas and diagnoses without clear certainty, and it leaves her more confused than supported most times.
What has been especially hard to watch is how poorly some mental health services communicate.
The way things are explained to her is often not grounded in how someone in her position can actually process it.
Some of the suggestions are just unrealistic or poorly delivered, and it ends up making things worse instead of clearer.
Overall, it’s been an easier stretch. The weekend will be about catching up at home.
Hopefully this next medication starts to make a difference, because at this point, that’s what everything is hanging on.
The Lady in the Back Row 