In our quest for the truth of our selves, we must address the lions that guard the gates. Each time we pass through one portal, the lions guarding the next are more fierce, intimidating, and clever in the wiles employed to scare you back to square one. That, dear one, is what the depakote represents, the crossing of a threshold which brings you closer to the truth of who you are. The puking is your fear of the lions. Just a reenactment of some old ghost to keep you from crossing any closer to your truth.

You face the lions for your kids.

You take the meds for your kids.

You avoid rolling minors for sex for your kids. (besides, no sixteen year old could satisfy you, I was sixteen once, it's over before it's even begun, lol)

It's hard and scares you witless, I know that. You do it for your kids.

You are no kind of dork.

We all need and want sex. You are so "eligible" I find it hard to be tactful. But reality check: your kids need YOU more than you need sex.