SavageFaerie
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Joined: 12/3/2004 From: NYC Status: offline
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I hate it that my son called last night at midnight (okay I dont hate that he called he is my special baby boy) and told me that he hass been having alot of anxiety, has reclused from friends and social activites and hasnt picked up his guitar in a while. We talked awhile about symptoms since I am the queen of anxiety and while he says he doesnt feel depressed, I have a sense he does. H has thought about going to the dr but is afraid of labeling, mostly due to his brother who has bi-polar and has wild mood swings. I hate that I have the feeling in my chest that again its all my fault, for how they were raised and genetics. He has always been the calm cool and collected one, the glue that held the family together. I hate that he is telling me the way he is acting is spot on to my condition. He has promised me that he will see a dr. I hope its just a passing thing. I hate that I didnt sleep a wink after his call and tossed all night finally giving up and 4am and read some of my book, while trying not to be to busy on the upper bunk to wake my sister. I hate that we forgot to give Pye fluids last night and he is off this morning and his blod sugar was 69. And Lastly I hate Winter and SAD it magnifies everything. I also hate that my sister just called to tell me that now she has 2 of the same thing I got her for xmas.
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Disclaimer:If its the wrong word or misspelled I blame on my fingers and brains refusing to interact.
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