I\'m okay

sometimes that terrible sense of failure and loss creeps up on me without warning and I become someone else.  Or perhaps I become the real me.  I don't know.  I saw my daughter's therapist yesterday without my daughter and confided in her what my thoughts have been lately.  I'm now going to see someone while my daughter is having her therapy.  As a mother I forget I need to make my health a priority in order to be a good mom, so back in to therapy I go and I'm feeling better just by getting those secrets off my chest.