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gabriel Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer. 2003-09-29 6:17 PM my daughter Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Sad Read/Post Comments (2) |
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Reading: Paradise, Toni Morrison Weather: thunder The ferret is: sleeping I'm Sad because my daughter's depressed. I thought she was getting better, and the general trend was upward, but now I don't know. She missed school today, and I don't think she got out of bed at all. Her aprtment is a disaster, and I do not mean that in the sense that others do who exagerate as a matter of course; it really is a disaster. It is probably illegal to keep a place so dirty. I'd like to help, but I don't know what I can do. Throwing money at the situation hasn't helped, and there's no more money to throw now anyway. I have been there, and I listen, and I help her cooperate with the therapy and medications, but I'm no doctor, and I don't know what I can do and Ican't force her to cooperate. She has stopped taking one medication that I fear was critical. I had her come live with me and my husband, but it didn't work out as she wouldn't/couldn't stay. Her animals can't be here, and there is no room and no privacy. She is living in a not good situation even for a non-depressed person and it has to be horrible for her. We are trying to get a bigger place to live, but it takes time. I need to know what I can do. There is all kinds of advice for her, but I am the one I have to deal with, and I need to know how I can fit in with helping her to get well. This all hurts so bad. |
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