That’s an important question I’d say. It’s one that really came out tonight as I had to step in to the role of disciplinarian. Really and truly it was hard. It was something that causes me to doubt my skills and abilities as a father and it’s easy to start crumbling.
Parenting with a mental illness – and I freely and readily admit there are many out there who do more than I do with worse illnesses – is hard. You’ve got to attack things slowly while they’re coming at you from 359 degrees and 2999 miles per hour. For me – I always have to take the time to separate the noise in my mind from what my eyes are telling me.
Megan tells me hat I’ve shown more improvement as a parent since I got home from the treatment facility than she’s seen in a long time. She’s too cool to be wrong, right?