This morning was horrible, as was last night. This morning, after 25 minutes of trying to get her to take her medications, I sat down at the kitchen table and cried. And once she realized I was crying she started crying. I feel like it doesn't matter what I do. Why bother trying, it isn't making any difference. I'm just feeling hopeless. I'm so tired. I know things may get better once she gets on the right medications. I can't even see past tomorrow morning. And I don't know how much longer my job is going to hang on with me being late nearly every day. I feel like I can't do this...the illness wins...
I know I have to keep going, I just don't feel like I can
