I still smart from yesterday but thankfully I have a therapy appointment that I can talk to her about the situation.
I cried on my mom and sort of confessed everything that’s been going on. In her usual caring way she rubbed my back, made calming murmurs, and gently shoved tissues at me.
Then she did her woo woo suggestions of supplements and meditation… Which I’m already doing
Don’t get me wrong, meditation has helped with my breathing and some of the negative thinking I seem to have, but I’m still fucked after a certain point.
She’s supportive where she can be and at a loss on others.
But I still love her.
So it’s all good.