I'm not a mental health professional. Sometimes I feel like I need one. Only slightly joking. Francis has had some serious ups and downs this week. Waiting a couple weeks to see his psychiatric is wearing on me. I can't imagine his personal turmoil. He doesn't really share, just get mean with his words and his face gets purple.
I often wonder if he will commit suicide. He has expressed frustration and sadness so much recently. Out daughter and him discovered her dog dead in the street. She's now cycling and that has really impacted him. He normally doesn't take days off of work, he took off today and yesterday he wanted to be home.
I never really thought he'd think scout suicide as an out. See we are Catholic and if you know anything about Catholicism and suicide. Well, they don't mix. Today he said, the only thing that stops him, it's knowing how it would effect people. WOW! I didn't respond to that. I had to process what I heard and what I had always believed. He needs to be more honest with me about his feelings, his thoughts and how is life is really going.
I know for a fact that there are two kids who would need supervision for a very long time.
I don't know how well I'd handle it. If probably be angry and be a total bitch. Sometimes, now I have to be like that, with him. It's often like having a disruptive teenager.
That's all,
Ash
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