Noah

Well, I am annoyed at my mother--here I am 32 and annoyed at her yet again. As I have written before, Noah has had some trouble with behavior and anxiety...well, Monday after much discussion with his play therapist and his pediatrician, I decided to bring him to a psychiatrist. Now remember, I have struggled with depression for almost as long as I can remember and I get so anxious it is unbearable. I have spent the majority of my life with few friends because I am so painfully shy. It takes someone taking an interest in me for me to warm up and become their friend. I feel that once I am able to do that I am no longer so anxious, but it is hard. I hate going to events that I do not know anyone, as I am sure to get sick...anyway, where I am going with this is that Noah "looks" just like me when it comes to this. I am terrified that he is going to end up like me and I do not wish this on anyone. That is why I started him in play therapy last year...he just is not making tremendous progress and it breaks my heart. So, the psychiatrist told me that he needs to be on medicine for his anxiety (and most likely ADHD as well, but we are not there yet). So, Noah was started on Prozac Monday. I just pray that this is the right thing for him...I just want him happy and I want him to have happy memories of his childhood...mostly I just want him to live a life where he does not worry all the time and he is not sad. So, my mother told me I was not allowed to write about this on CaringBridge...I told her I am not ashamed of this, but she obviously is...for now, I will not upset her, so I will only write about it here...I guess I need to pick my battles...this one is not worth it right now. Please pray that Noah does not have any of the side effects of the medicine...I just want him healthy and happy.

Therapy by the scissors...

Saturday, I finally went and did something for myself--I went to get my hair done for the first time in many, many months. I had all sorts of pictures picked out on what I liked, but I was not sure if I really should go through with it. As I showed the pictures to the stylist, she said that she felt it would look good on me and then she started to cut...after she asked me one last time if I was really sure I wanted this. As I saw my hair coming off, tears started to flood my eyes...I loved the hair style, but it was as if so much of the pain, anxiety and stress that I have held on to over the last year and a half was being cut away from me. I was feeling a sense of relief from all the things that have happened since Micah's diagnosis. I am very aware of the fact that I am still terrified, anxious and not fully "functional" yet, but it sure did help cleanse me of some of the stuff that I just could not let go of. Amazingly, the last week or so, I have been incredibly emotional...I am not sure if it has to do with the fact that Grandpa died almost 13 years ago, or if it is because we are coming up on another anniversary of Micah's cath procedure, when he was so sick, or if it is because Micah still is not "healthy" like he was suppose to be. I just know that the tears are flowing freely this week. Anyway, I had about 10 inches of hair chopped off and now I have the "Pob" the Posh bob--it takes me a little more time to do in the mornings, but it is sassy!