So Daina and Andy went to the pool with me at about four 'o clock. Mainly we played catch with a water disk (really cool, skims across the water) and a foam foot ball. Eventually we started using the water disk as a baseball bat, taking turns throwing the football to whoever had the disk. It was hilarious. Andy always hit it across the pool. Once I hit it and it went straight into the open doorway of the boy's locker room! Obviously, I didn't volunteer to go fetch it.
We stayed there for about an hour, then I came home and cried a little in my room again (I know, bizarre, right?), moved the laundry, and then we had leftovers from last night's dinner, which were great. Then we up and left to see the new Harry Potter movie, which was better than any of the others, hands down. I liked it a lot.
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I'm sorry I've missed your last few blog entries - I didn't realize they were all "threaded" under the Pheonix/SLC title...
I'm sorry you're having a rough time. It is not surprising, as you've been through a rough couple of weeks.
Have you talked to Aunt Linda about this yet? She is a good listener.
It sounds as if you're managing to work as hard as you are getting to play!
We are having a massive thunderstorm here..and would you believe that the Mayflies are BACCKKK???? Like a bad sequel to a horror movie..."Revenge of the FishFlies". UGH. I had to walk across a living, crunchy carpet of them to get into HyVee on Tuesday night.
Love you - Hang in there, sweetie.
The last thing I want to tell Aunt Linda is that I'm crying myself to sleep at night... Because I really am having a great time, but in the evening when I'm alone with my thoughts, I get really depressed. I don't know what to talk about, either. I just get frustrated because I don't know how to talk about anything and when people ask me questions I don't know how to answer them, and when I try to it comes out all wrong. I don't want to talk about it to Aunt Linda. :(
Honey, you need to talk about it to someone. Crying yourself to sleep every night is an indication that something is wrong;something that needs to be worked out.
There are no "right answers" or "wrong things" to say. Aunt Linda can listen- it's what she does best - and probably will ask good questions that will help you express what you are feeling. And you do need to express them. The fact that you are crying at night when you're alone proves it.
Just asking - are you taking your Cymbalta? It's not a cure-all, but skipping doses will only make things worse.
I hope you have a good day - and a good night.
We love you -
Mom
Okay...if you don't want to talk about it with Aunt Linda, then I need you to talk about it more with me.
What kind of things are you feeling when you cry? Remorse? Guilt? Loss?
Something else altogether?
There is nothing wrong with having ANY of these emotions - again, there are no wrong answers.
Love you.
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