Better. Relieved. Less discombobulated.

All improvements from earlier in the evening. I felt like, was afraid, I might crack. Literally.

My mother jabbed me in the heart, cut deep, with a cruel, damaging, belittling remark aimed at my Dx. Knowledge is power for her ... and control.

I will not speak with her again for a very long time. Using one's illnesses to cut them down and hurt them is just cruel. Abusive. More than hurtful.

Goodbye mother.