I’ve had a day today. One of those days when I let the crap thoughts invade my brain. Today’s thoughts are: 1. I’m failing as a mother because I have one daughter in therapy and she thinks that she’s completely defined by her anxiety diagnosis 2. I have another daughter who barely talks to me and when she does she acts completely disgusted and bothered by having to interact with me. And this daughter also wants to go to therapy.
So to recap, I have a daughter in therapy, a daughter on her way to therapy, and very little interaction from either of them.
Not a great job on the mother success scale.