Clara, love the quote. So true. So hard to see sometimes.

Well, I got the call this morning that I will be going into Intensive Hospital therapy AGAIN. My trip home was so miserable, through my eyes, that it can't stop reflecting on the past and 65 years of failure, after failure. As a child whose father was mental, resented the fact that he had three girls and no boys, And who was seriously Bipolar and Schizo-Effective disorder, and who was also violent. To my failure in my marriage. To my failure to my help my violent son (started at age 9.). To other areas. I know my perception is skewed, but my trip home triggered this. My mother and sister are highly critical if me. My life has been significantly different than there, in good ways, and my mother in particular causes me to feel inferior.

My son yells a lot and is hard to live with, especially in public. These days he blames it in the Army..."the Army taught me to taught me to be this way."

So back I go six-hour, three days a week for group therapy...an hour drive each way.