I should be happy and I am in a way. My chest feels so tight and empty. It feels hard to breathe. We're not spending a lot on food because we're not driving around and thanksgiving left overs.


I shut down Miguel talking about what is considered Suicidal Idealization this morning. He's still learning when it is appropriate and getting into the car with his grandparents is not the time. So I have to sit down with him and talk tonight.


I think my husband realize now that I'm a lot less well then I seem. I don't know how he's doing. I have to sit down with him and talk about money, Christmas and how he's really.