Today I planned to go to yoga class but I ended up not going because I'm in so much pain. Instead of coming home and resting my mother calls. I ended up on the phone with her for an hour trying to reason with her why she needs therapy. I even had her get her insurance card out and get the phone number off the back so she would call tomorrow. I'm laying there in pain telling her I'm in pain and trying to rest and she won't shut up. I tried to tell her she's not going to be able to go to me about things. I have enough to deal with to stop and help her every other day. If she doesn't make an apointment with a T I'm making one for her. She say's she wants to go, but her getting up and actually doing something is a different story. She would much rather call me and tell me how upset and depressed she is and have me fix it for her. I told her tonight I can't do it anymore. She has to get a therapist that she can go to. Someone who's not emotionally involved. I can't be there to comfort her thru my brothers illness. I need comforting myself. I pretty much told her how it was. But I feel like I've had to mother her yet again. She needs to get a therapist and learn how to take care of herself.

That's my whining for tonight. I'm tried and I'm in pain. And I'm just
Monty