Black and White

 It should be said that I'm going through a terrible time in my life. I'm not the person I want to be.  Not the Mother I want to be and that is what is weighing on my mind.  If only medicine for mental health was black and white, but it is not. It's a lot of gray areas and guesswork. I think I may have to go into the hospital again. I hate that, but I hate how I'm feeling right now, more than being on Pine Unit.




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