A few posts back I made a comment on my mother thinking I was crazy. She just might have had a view into the future. Or personal experience. Because lately I think I am going crazy. Not so crazy that I'd hurt anyone/thing. But crazy enough that my doctor is now recommending a therapist and perhaps some meds if the therapist isn't enough. I knew kids could drive you to drink/use recreational drugs. I should have realized they could also drive you to legal prescribed drugs.
Some might say - oh, come on...it can't really be that bad can it? When you find yourself alternating between shooting flames/lightening bolts or crying over every little thing, you just might want to call your doctor.
The doctor gave me some advice. One was to decompress my responsibilities. The other was to learn to say no. Not just to say no, but to say no and mean it. I started to protest and say that I can say no. I guess that's where the "mean it" part comes in. Because I am a pushover. I will often do my best to avoid conflict by being wishy/washy. Or I cave if enough pressure is applied. Or I go all psycho-mama, which isn't pretty.
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