I say I like to run.

My phone wants me to kill myself and the Tigers are imploding and I can’t say I’m surprised about either.

She got physical with me again. I called the police. The officer yelled at me and made us go to the ER again. Where they cleared her because lolololol for the millionth time this is not a mental health issue. So now I’m home. With my abuser. Because the police refuse to take her when I call to ask for help.

Things got bad. Kenna dysregulated the other day and ended up physically assaulting me, and breaking a glass water bottle that I didn’t even know she had in her room, and cutting her arm with it. I had to call the police and file a report against her. We had to go to the ER for a psych eval, even though for the millionth time it’s behavioral, not mental health related. We got it in writing on her discharge paperwork, and both the PA and nurses were like girl, you need to get it together. Didn’t see through her manipulation for a minute. Which is refreshing. We have a court date for February 1st for the incorrigibility paperwork. So for now, I guess I just wait, and hope that I don’t get punched in the face again...