Y'all, I am feeling so well this week. It reminds me of the post from yesterday that I titled "Hills and Valleys." Mental illness is so up and down. I'm walking with regularity. I'm taking my medications religiously. I've gotten the bulimia under control. I am so excited with what each new day may bring.
Last night, mom called me. "I just want to talk," she said.
"You sound shaky," I told her.
"To be honest, I'm having a panic attack," she replied.
"I'm coming over asap!"
Mom and I talked for an hour as she lay in the bed until she got to feeling better. I sat in what I call the psychiatrist's chair next to the big flat screen television.
"It's not fair," she told me. "This curse you and I bear."
A tear erupted from my eye.
"Are you crying?" mom asked, worried.
"I just want peace for me and you," I solemnly replied as I wiped the tear from my eye.
I gave mom a hug, petted her cat Muffin, and left.
In brighter news, I get my Christmas tree tomorrow! I can't wait to get it in the den and put on the string of lights. I don't have many ornaments, though. I have a few boxes of glass balls and some brass bells. It still looks pretty, though. I will get up some pictures when I get it decorated.