Frustrated with the Naysayers
I write today, not because I am frustrated with my son. He isn’t home from school as of yet, and by all accounts he is having a decent day. In his world, I can never ask for more than that. I am writing because of the naysayers. You know who you are. It isn’t just the local ones saying stuff. Some are kind enough to say things directly to me, others are more catty. They don’t think that things can get back to people. I am not here to please any of you. I am here to raise awareness about mental illness, adoption and family support. I am doing the best I can with the situation that my family is in. Is it less than ideal? Heck yes. Is there anything that I can do about it that I am not already doing? Hell no! I am doing everything in