I just need to get through the next two months. Just two months. 61 days. For some reason this time of year is difficult for me and I melt down. Last year was the first year there was enough stability to notice the pattern. We'd been mostly stable since coming home from Sheppard Pratt and then August rolled around and a melt down ensued. It landed us inpatient. We're hoping very much to avoid that this time around.

In 61 days it will be October and hopefully we'll be OK. Last year we were a wreck straight through until November, possibly even December, but we also dealt with the unexpected death of a dear friend in October.

Things have been challenging and its become even more apparent to both us and our therapist just how chaotic things are internally. It's always chaotic and we're just awesome at hiding it from everyone, including some of us.