So..... I spent Friday and Saturday in bed. I barely dragged myself out to take my little ones to their final basketball game of the season. I had not been that depressed since my ex-wife left. I called my Pdoc's office and luckily they had a cancelation today. I got in....

Sunday I was so snippy and short tempered. I tried so hard, but I was yelling at my boys all day. I screamed at my 7yo!!! :,-( I hate this!!!!

I went Into the doc today..... I need a new doc. She wouldn't listen. She kept cutting me off when I tried to talk. She hadn't reviewed my chart and had forgotten the very basics of ME!!!

She didn't remember that I have a Misdemeanor conviction. She didn't know why I was on the meds I was on..... When I started to get frustrated at her for cutting me off when I was trying to talk, she YELLED at me! She said I was SCREAMING!!! I was in no way yelling or screaming. My voice was stern, but not loud.

Then she asked me what I was going to do since I can't find a job. I told her I don't know and I'm worried about my boys. I started to say that sending them to their mom is not an option. She started to yell at me again because I focus on the ex (I do, I admit it. I am still incredibly hurt, heartbroken and angry)..... Not two sentences later she asks me if I can send the boys to live with the ex!!!!!

She gave me different meds and upped another......

I F'ing hate my life.