This past week was insane. I had eight appointments in four days. I don’t know how I can get so many. They all consisted of therapists and medicine checks and doctors visits. I meet with my lawyer as well to proceed with the divorce, after I gave him a thousand just to retain him. Even had an Appointment with Pooh’s neurologist.
My therapist tonight asked if I felt stressed with everything this week and I honestly told her I wasn’t. I’m angrier now, that my head seems clear being on the medication, and realizing how things have been. It hasn’t been a healthy environment for the kids.
I’m even going to have to move since the home isn’t in my name. Its a lot to take in, but in the same breath, I’m not even scared. There are too many triggers that set both the kids into a very emotional roller coaster ride is here. They don’t deserve any of it.
Since the husband had me served with the divorce papers, we haven’t spoken in almost five weeks. I’ve been very selfless in the relationship up to this point, and my daughter states that what he took advantage of and I agree with her. Therapy has even helped me to see I’ve been dealing with a narcissist. I’m even to that point in therapy I can say he doesn’t deserve my time.
In Pooh’s therapy department I’m being taught some new strategies with my son’s trauma specialist. She has added on the diagnosis of adjustment disorder due to trauma. Like I’m sure I’ve stated before, the system has failed me to get justice for him. So for now, I’m just going to concentrate on getting him better. My homework assignment has been to make folders with words that have become triggers from the incident and expand his knowledge that that one word can mean a lot of other things. Not just from the incident. If that makes sense.
Pooh starts summer school here in another week. It will be the first time I’ve been alone for a very extended period without any kids. I’ve been encouraged to do something for me for the four hours Pooh’s gone. This is going to be harder than my homework assignment LOL. Even trying not to feel guilty about it is another whole other problem I have LOL.
By Friday Jenny left me a note on my desk. I was surprised because she hadn’t done that in years. It gave me hope I’m making the right choices for her she seems more like herself again. The note may seem small, but it meant so much.
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