Dear Psychiatrist,
I have been absorbing your cold, blank stares for two years. I think you chose to be a psychiatrist just to be able to dangle the hopes of someones sanity in front of them, only to yank it away. I am so sick and incredibly tired of being stared at with that look like I'm just a crazy, stressed out mom, and I'm over dramatizing the situation. Guess what, Einstein? When I say that I'm afraid for my younger child, I REALLY MEAN IT!!!! DON'T BELIEVE ME? SEE HOW SAFE YOU FEEL WITH A 5 YEAR OLD THAT WALKS AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TRYING TO GET THE KNIFE BLOCK OFF THE REFRIGERATOR!!!!! You go 2 years afraid to go to sleep at night because you don't know what you'll wake up to! And most of the time I don't sleep! HE DRIVES ME NUTS!!! But I still love him, even though most of the time he'd probably love to see me gone, no doubt in a horrific way. I still care what his future will be like. I want him to learn to enjoy positive things about life. I want him to learn how to be a child. So I am stressed out, but I don't know if I'd feel comfortable any other way. Now you know, so next time, try and show a little compassion, huh!
