Before I found out difficult child wasn't taking her medications, I was worried about her behaviors. Now, I'm just so angry I could spit nails. SHE doesn't want to take her medications because SHE doesn't think she needs to and SHE doesn't think they do anything but make her worse. Yet *I* am the one dealing with the consequences. *I* am living with her CONSTANT negativity and complaining and whining and irritability and demands. I know she's dealing with these things, too. However, SHE'S the one refusing to help herself. I know. She's only 12. She doesn't know better, blah, blah, blah. But, I've reasoned and rationalized with her until I'm blue in the face. So has the therapist. So has the psychiatrist. I've brought her world to a halt and endured WWIII on more than one occasion. I've gone to bat for this kid for everything. I've put my job on the line to help her. I battled with the school for services. I've battled the mental health maze to find the right treatment and medications. I've put my life on hold time and again. I never settled for anything when it came to helping her. Yet, she can't manage to take one little pill and participate in therapy without a major freaking battle that I honestly don't have the stamina for right now with this stupid fibro flare up from he//. Her most recent request/demand (difficult child doesn't make requests)? That I not force her to go to Nana's when she really doesn't want to go. It's been months since she's been there. I only force her to go when I *have* to have a break. When I'm at MY breaking point. Nana waits on her hand and foot. But Nana makes her pick up after herself right away...not in a few minutes. Poor, poor baby. I'm so so so so so so so SICK of doing this battle with her. Why does it have to be so hard? Sometimes I think she wants to be miserable. I must sound like a terrible mother. I'm just so incredibly frustrated right now that I can't stand it.