The pharmacy is out of starter packs, so I have to wait until tomorrow night to start the Lamictal.

I spent most of today asleep because I don't want to deal with anything. My T had suggested applying for state servics to help me manage my house and my childcare. I mentioned it to my parents because they are postponing their annual winter trip to the South so that they can help me. They usually spend the entire winter in Florida, but this year, they have delayed it for my grandmother's health (she has a minor surgery next week) and for my health.

When I talked about the services, my dad (who is a retired police officer) said that they would do an inspection and that they would probably get CPS involved.

I am so trapped in this disease.

This has nothing to do with my original post, but I just really have to vent. I feel like I am being pushed up against a wall and something is going to have to give.