Wednesday

I had a psychiatrist appt this morning which was useless. After yesterday I was still feeling confused, I was struggling to talk. I spoke about what happened and she just said that sounds tough. Didn't want to engage in talking about my bpd. A waste of time, I feel let down. Try and get help and it doesn't happen.

Later on , along for Kelly's birthday. Her day hadn't been a good day at all, she is going through so much and she has had more crap thrown at her. Presents, food and booze helped take her mind off it all for a few hours. I put both boys to bed , Harris threw a massive tantrum as he only wanted Mummy but Lewis specifically asked me to put him to bed which was nice.