Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Where we are.


It was more than ritalin.

Undoubtedly, the ritalin caused the suicidal thoughts.

But the rest is real.

Crying at school and at home. Super emotional. Having to drag him to gymnastics (even though he LOVES it). 

He picked back up on the 'you hate me' whenever we're upset with him. He still says he's stupid.

Tonight I told him, "Ms. *school psychologist* and Dr. *psychiatrist* and mommy are going to help you be happy again."

He replied, "I can't be happy."

Broke. My. Heart.

I want this back. This happy, goofy, carefree boy. 

My soul. 

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