Archive Page 2
Protected: Chapter 2
Protected: Chapter 1
Just characters of mine from Sims3, will see if I can add audio later. Micah teaches his little boy to walk.
Finally something good to blog about. Whit got a bronze medal at the Special Olympics.

Whit and her medal

Me and Whit
I thought therapy was supposed to help, and not make you feel even worse about yourself. It seems all that happens when I go to see this new counselor, is that I spend an hour being told what a horrible person I am, and how I need to “change” so I can be more normal. I am so sick of this mans attitude.
How can someone who has only met with you a handful of times claim to know everything about you? It makes me angry that I keep getting told their “expert” opinions are all that matter, and that my opinions mean nothing because of it.
“They” will decide what is best for my daughter… (after all they are the experts and a single disabled parent cant be trusted to make the “correct” decisions without outside intervention)
God help me keep my cool here…I think maybe me losing my temper finally may be what they want, so they can turn me into the raving lunatic they are already claiming me to be. It just seems hopeless that this is ever going to go away…
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15 already, can ya believe it? Shes growing up way too fast on me…
Protected: Chapter Thirty One
I’m still sitting here trying to clear the cobwebs out of my brain this morning from sleep, and trying to unscramble the thoughts passing through my head that have sprouted up in the last few days. Between the news and whisperings between friends its hard not to be worried about the way things are going. I feel kind of compelled to get the ducks all in a row so to speak, but cant really explain why because I really don’t even know myself.
Sometimes its hard to believe that no matter what that things will be alright. Its been so rough the last few months. I don’t wanna pop happy pills and walk around with a Pollyanna smile on my face like a lot of people seem to think I should. It’s not going to solve my present situation. I dont think thats the answer for all lifes problems, “take this pill…don’t worry, it’ll fix it.” its all bullshit. All it does is dull your feelings. It doesn’t help you get to the cause of the problem, or help you solve anything.
Has anyone ever considered what people who are going through hard times need are real friends? A lot of hard times are so much easier to weather if you know someone truly cares for you, and is there to help you through it.
Not much and everything at once
Its been one of those weeks this week. I don’t know what to do about the present situation I am in, not that I can particularly get into the details here. I know I need to get a roommate in order to afford another, better place to live. The problem is the offers I have had are putting me in a slightly uncomfortable position, one I’m not sure I want to put myself into. (problem is I may not have a choice if things go as bad as I am expecting)
With the world and this area in the state it is in today, there doesn’t seem much chance out there for help in this case. So many other people are out there in similar shoes, too many. There is such a long waiting list for any kind of help that there essentially isn’t any help for anyone.
All I can do is enjoy these next few days before I know things will be going haywire and pray that they will not go as bad as they seem. The thought of ending up on the street scares me more than anything. Those that think family wont evict me for getting behind financially definitely don’t know my family. Seems the more I try to dig myself out of this, the worse off it gets.
Enjoying the silence, while it lasts.










