So I got home last night the place was clean-ish but it smelled horrible (just finished cleaning all the dishes and taking out a lot of trash). Apparently they really didn't do well without me here. I can't go away without them again. I'm not picking up but I am making sure they eat, simple meals. and I'm not touching meat. So they have to do that themselves. I'm going to be cooking vegetables for dinner tonight. I'm still seeing where I fit. My heads still loud and Anna is around making "healthy" suggestions but I can't go down that road. I know myself it'll go to far.

I need to find my voice again Instead of looking put together. No one can help me until my meds are back to normal. So I'm in this waiting game that sucks. I wish they would find a solution to mental illness.

Update on Miguel: He had a good appointment. We have a plan for him it involves us being more hands on with his MH team which feels really weird because of my twisted feelings of MH teams but I'll do it.