Rant: Mental illness. I hate what it has done to my son. I hate what it does to those of us who love him. It has changed me in some ways too. Sometimes I'm so frustrated I want to pick a fight with someone and have no one to fight with.
I have to remember that even though I have my battles there is someone who is fighting something greater.
There, I feel better...sort of.
Rave: Weather was wonderful today. 70º and sunny. Not much but it's all I got.
Mental Illness is such a mean, vicious beast, Jaylee. I'm sorry - really sorry - that your son is struggling. And I know it's hard on you & everyone around him as well.
A friend of mine has a saying that may fit here... "In the meantime, it's just a mean, damned time."
Sometimes that's all I think some of us have to hold onto. But then, almost always, it gets better.
Jeez, I got nuttin', rant-wise. I have noticed that I'm startin' to rant more and more, like old guys will do, but for the life of me I can't remember what my last rant was about.