But I am making it, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
I love her unconditionally, more than she realizes, more than she probably wants me too. I love my daughter more than anyone else. Yet, she has truly tested me this week. She made me doubt my own worth, my love for myself, and made me doubt my self-acceptance.
But I wake another day to face the challenges thrown at me, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
I have got to come up with some better, different coping skills. I need to be ready, ready for anything. I have to remain strong. She needs me no matter how hard she tries to push me away.
But I will continue to get back up everytime I fall, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
My wish for myself and for you this weekend is peace, love, and plenty of awesome coping skills. Maybe some Klonopin and a stiff drink (but not necessary together...Geez I would be knocked out ;p) might be in order this weekend for me while I think up some new ways to cope with my issues, my daughters' issues, and life itself.
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Still Trying to be Madly in Love with Me all the While
Battling Major Depression and Anxiety and Loving my Daughter who Suffers from
Mental Illness as well.