I'm thinking positive. Maybe the antidepressants are kicking in.
But I had a nice visit from our friendly CPS

Someone made a report to them, that I was so medicated, that I didn't even know, my grandson's name. OK.
So they came out, and saw I was able to not drool constantly, I was clean and dressed, and the house was clean. and knew my name and date for today. They spoke with Noah, and he didn't know what they were talking about regarding me not know who he is. He did express a fear something would happen to me, or he might come home and find me dead.
But putting this in perspective, he was so afraid his mother would die, and she did. Right before she did die, he actually ran off the school grounds, trying to get home to her, to protect her from her abusive boyfriend. He felt he had to protect her. And now it looks like he's turning that hyper vigilance on me. Fear of losing me.
So I tell him nothing will happen, I love him and everything really will be ok.
I sure hope things calm down for a while now. I'm a little tired. But I must trudge on.
All of you probably think I'm a total nut, and sometimes I know I'm a nut. So much drama. I'm tired of it myself.
So I will try to be positive and not a Debbie Downer,

I hate that saying but, it does say a lot in a nut shell.
Thanks all. Your all great. And trudge on!!!