Sometimes, I lose my words.
Like someone popped my beautiful bubble that I worked so hard to get right.
Or I feel like the sky is closing in on me.
Actually, I feel like I’m the kid with the black cloud that only rains on me.
(Pity party, table for 1?)
So many times, on this journey, I have these huge highs….that are followed by the lowest lows. I fight hard, I play hard, I love hard…and then I get kicked in the teeth.
YAY: the insurance approved the wheelchair!
BOO: they’re not sure when we can actually have it (4-12 weeks is the estimate).
YAY: the school district approved hospital homebound for him.
BOO: But they don’t want to update his IEP until the week school starts (don’t even get me started on this!)
YAY: found a developmental psychiatrist we love.
BOO: the office just called to tell me she’s quit the practice.
Do you suffer from Black Cloud Syndrome?










I feel like your speaking for me! Your not alone I often feel this way. I hate the lows it’s really hard to pull yourself back out of them.
It is…I guess that’s why we have each other, right?
I do feel like sometimes a black cloud is following me, and many times have tried to figure out if it is me that is “cursed” with bad luck, or is my husband cursed? Or even the whole mountain that we live on is cursed?
I do know that this is irrational thinking, and even when those bubbles burst, I know everyone has their own bubbles, however small or large. I also know that there will be many more bubbles to come, and that we can handle it.
EXACTLY…and thank you!
Track down and follow that developmental psychiatrist you love so well. Just ’cause she quit that practice doesn’t mean she quit practicing. She’s just doing it elsewhere and is not allowed (a medical version of the non-compete) to tell you where she’s gone. If you love her, find her and follow her!
I found out…she’s out of state. BOO!
Black Cloud seems to follow me!! Sorry you are going through the tough times. My black cloud seems to be a lot of reality. This might sound wrong but hopefully not….
OK.. You’re child was accepted for Taconic DDSO
Me: Yeah.. But that means this isn’t going away. This is our life…
Does that sound wrong?
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