I went to therapy today and laid it all out on the table and cried and screamed and stuff. Then I got home and called dad to leave him a message about something that happened earlier today and got lamblasted again. I guess to him I am getting worse not better he wants to lock me up and throw away the key. He said I slur my words and I sound like I'm drunk all the time that he can't understand what I'm saying. He asked what do I do in therapy sit there hold hands and sing KumBiYa? If I wasn't so stinkin mad at him I would have to laugh. I sent my T an email at both her home email addy and her work email so hopefully she looks at one of them today because I am seriously thinking of checking myself into the hospital not sure what I will do with Tyger but need to talk to my T seriously.

Jbug