I am, in a word, exasperated. Yesterday was one of those days. One of those days that makes you question everything. What am I doing wrong? How do I continue to fail so terribly? How can I improve? How can they care so little?
The day ends in tears, self medication, and with the bulk of myself wanting to give up. I lie in bed hoping that tomorrow will be different. “It’s a new day,” I tell myself. Maybe they’ll snap out of it, I think while folding my third load of laundry. I run down the list in my head: Psychiatrist, Therapist, school Social Worker, family meals, parent-teacher conferences, and meetings with the Principal. It’s everything they say you should do. What have I missed? There must be something I haven’t thought of.