Basically the only word that I can currently come up with to describe how I’m feeling. And when you say it, say it in a very sarcastic manner because that’s how I meant it.
The girl child (big sigh – like huge, ginormous sigh if you could sigh for like five minutes sigh). As of last week, she was kicked out of her individual and group therapy because she missed too many sessions. She now has no therapist and no psychiatrist. I know she is not taking her meds as prescribed, if at all. At this point I guess it doesn’t matter. The fallout will happen. I can see it coming, but I don’t have an answer or even a clue as to how to proceed from when it happens.
This constant feeling of living with a feeling of …………………I guess it just living with the unknown in general that is so exhausting. Nothing I haven’t said before. I’m a scratched record and the needle playing my song is stuck in a deep scratch. That needle keeps trying to skip over the scratch, but the scratch is just too deep.
How do I...life? 
You need assistance. Is the county health department a resource? There has to be someplace you can go fo advice. And if there isn’t, I’m doubly pissed.
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Nope. All county type facilities are basically rehabs for addicts, with a little mental illness help thrown in. People get sent to this facilities as part of criminal sentencing. Not an environment my girl needs. She is easy prey.
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