Morning after the Mommy Rant

I was so frustrated with Youngest Son yesterday - I could have tossed him out of the car.

I vented to him a bit today, and explained my frustration. I know how much he is hurting. He's struggling with depression, and that depression keeps telling him incessantly, relentlessly, mercilessly: "You don't count. You're no good. You're worthless." Counter-acting that is tremendously difficult.

Anyway, we had a tense ride to school this morning. Me, feeling frustrated, him feeling like he's screwed up yet again.

The last thing he said to me? "Drive safe, Mom."


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