I shouldn't have stayed away as long as I did, I missed this place and everyone from it.
Unfortunately, my "doctor" is a hack up here and the therapist is useless. My doctor is in the form of an RN that knows less about my illness and medications than I do. She's the second one in the two years I've been with this place since I have no health insurance but try to stick with my prescriptions. The therapist, while a nice enough guy, didn't seem to have any experience and seemed to concentrate on things that did not matter one way or the other... just gave me more things to get upset about. Even bringing in the husband at one point made it soooo much worse.
Still no support group of any kind. My friends don't live here and burdoning them with all this all the time is cruel. It's bad enough I talk to my mom about it, but keep 90% to myself all the time. My husband still doesn't understand and continues to tell me to "just get over it". My kids are the only ones that see me and give me hugs and tell me they love me and that they need me and that I'm the bestest mom ever... that keeps me going. AND it makes me feel that much more horrible because I feel it's not enough!