Today has been a crappy day.
Family meeting with the social worker that was awful. Therapy with the Absurdly Gorgeous Therapist (AGT), who I’ve now decided is only Really Handsome—this is a disappointing, step down. I am currently withstanding the Ice Maiden silent treatment from Hope after all this chatter about treatment and feelings today. Like Hope, I’m raw from all this feelings talk too.
Since it’s been a schnitty day, and I’m anticipating World War 14 when dinner is served, I’ve taken a different tact for this post.
There once was a girl named Hope
Who recently claimed “end of rope.”
Then the care team said, “RAD,”
And ABM was so sad.
Now they both need help learning to cope.