Give your brain a kiss. This is what my future mother in law says to me when I tell her I found a new psychiatrist. Someone who listens to me when I tell them the mood stabilizers they put me on are making me fucking insane. Someone who wants to wean me off and start at square one with me.
The final installment of Lexapro Withdrawal (I hope)
I get a phone call at 10pm. My mom. She’s grabbing some tequila and heading out to the porch. She tells me she doesn’t want me to be upset but her and my dad are separating, again. I’m not upset mom, this is the fifth time y’all have separated. She starts to cry to me about how she feels bad but she doesn’t want to care for other people anymore. I can relate to that….but I don’t give up on people I love. Maybe my perseverance comes from watching her and my dad give up on everyone and everything throughout my life. Maybe my strength and maternal instincts comes from watching them abandon my siblings while they deal with their own shit.