I am having one of the worst days I've had in a long time. First soccer practice was yesterday. I think (I know) he is making so much progress and then I see him around the other kids. He doesn't have really any interest to interact with him. He did love kicking the ball and into the goal, though. He is excited about the next practice.
It really wasn't that bad, but it just triggered the blues. I go along day-by-day and I am OK, but then, BOOM. Like someone slapped me. The crying jags, the pain in my heart.
I've lost 15 pounds in the last year without trying. I'm either quietly dying with zero pain or it's stress. I haven't felt any genuine happiness since he was two years old because I am always worried about him, about his future.
I am at work. Everyone is at lunch but me. I took a nerve pill, but it won't stop the tears.