I've gone through another weekend in hell. Hell is where my daughter is full of troubles I can't seem to help with no matter how hard I try or want to or love her.
Friday she exploded at my husband, her father, calling him every horrible name ever, a scathing rant. She hit herself on the arms so hard that night because she had a musical to perform and was upset about their awful fight that she did that to distract herself and focus on the show. Couple bruises from it now. I could hardly get her to go home with me then, I literally took her by the arm and led her to the car at one point, trying to manage a seemingly unmanageable situation. Offered to let her spend night at gramma grampas but anyhow, she ended up coming home. Today, a horrible, she had a horrible panic attack over homework and she says again how much she hates herself.
I love her and nothing I do is right, I couldn't make a difference, well, maybe i did and it would be worse if not but I feel.... useless, failure, can't stand anything anymore. I'd just had a truly horrible week at work and I work 6 days a week and finances are.... messy and.... I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm going to have to take her to psychiatrist I guess. The worst thing I can think of aside from things getting worse with her. Such a failure. I tried therapy for her for 6 months, a really good therapist, but she was resistent. I've tried for years before that. nearly 5 years of therapy myself to work on home, and my husband started too a while back. We love her.
I.... thought I... I thought...... I'd manage a good family, I really tried. I am so heartbroken. I don't want her so unhappy and acting vicious and having troubles, and........ I........ I don't want her on medications. She's only 12. And it's like what if she's sentenced to them for life, what have I dont, what have I made.... I thought.... I could try better, do better.
People try to make it sound simple, medicine is medicine, just like insulin, my therapist said. It's not like insulin and it's harder to understand, or maybe it's not harder, but it's hard to understand why my kid.... why it's gone so bad for years and years.... I remember how hard it's always been and how I've always had to pull myself together and keep trying and......
I just started her on high dose omegas a while back but I don't know that I can even wait a few more weeks to see if they help, I have to just give up and see a psychiatrist.
I don't want my little girl on something not well understood, with side effects and unknown future implications and that she may be on forever, and that there may be something wrong with her that she can't grow out of and it's just too hard. The symptoms, the acting out... I wanted to wait it out and help her as best we could, but even this weekedn is horrible and the last two were also bad, we can't take it, I can't take it, I can't keep pulling together.
I'm so..... i don't have words for the feelings here, been crying for an hour or more probably and thinking all the most awful things and wnating at best to run away from everything and be gone and....
how can i go to work, how can i do anything. i'm supposed to be working right now and am so behind.
I feel guilty and guilty feels like selfish and ... i am going to do what seems best.... but it's killing me, this whole process and endless failure. I can't figure out what I hate. Myself, life, the situation..... it's all ugly.
Friday she exploded at my husband, her father, calling him every horrible name ever, a scathing rant. She hit herself on the arms so hard that night because she had a musical to perform and was upset about their awful fight that she did that to distract herself and focus on the show. Couple bruises from it now. I could hardly get her to go home with me then, I literally took her by the arm and led her to the car at one point, trying to manage a seemingly unmanageable situation. Offered to let her spend night at gramma grampas but anyhow, she ended up coming home. Today, a horrible, she had a horrible panic attack over homework and she says again how much she hates herself.
I love her and nothing I do is right, I couldn't make a difference, well, maybe i did and it would be worse if not but I feel.... useless, failure, can't stand anything anymore. I'd just had a truly horrible week at work and I work 6 days a week and finances are.... messy and.... I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm going to have to take her to psychiatrist I guess. The worst thing I can think of aside from things getting worse with her. Such a failure. I tried therapy for her for 6 months, a really good therapist, but she was resistent. I've tried for years before that. nearly 5 years of therapy myself to work on home, and my husband started too a while back. We love her.
I.... thought I... I thought...... I'd manage a good family, I really tried. I am so heartbroken. I don't want her so unhappy and acting vicious and having troubles, and........ I........ I don't want her on medications. She's only 12. And it's like what if she's sentenced to them for life, what have I dont, what have I made.... I thought.... I could try better, do better.
People try to make it sound simple, medicine is medicine, just like insulin, my therapist said. It's not like insulin and it's harder to understand, or maybe it's not harder, but it's hard to understand why my kid.... why it's gone so bad for years and years.... I remember how hard it's always been and how I've always had to pull myself together and keep trying and......
I just started her on high dose omegas a while back but I don't know that I can even wait a few more weeks to see if they help, I have to just give up and see a psychiatrist.
I don't want my little girl on something not well understood, with side effects and unknown future implications and that she may be on forever, and that there may be something wrong with her that she can't grow out of and it's just too hard. The symptoms, the acting out... I wanted to wait it out and help her as best we could, but even this weekedn is horrible and the last two were also bad, we can't take it, I can't take it, I can't keep pulling together.
I'm so..... i don't have words for the feelings here, been crying for an hour or more probably and thinking all the most awful things and wnating at best to run away from everything and be gone and....
how can i go to work, how can i do anything. i'm supposed to be working right now and am so behind.
I feel guilty and guilty feels like selfish and ... i am going to do what seems best.... but it's killing me, this whole process and endless failure. I can't figure out what I hate. Myself, life, the situation..... it's all ugly.