Waking, crying, sleeping, waking

That was how my day went.

Have had contact with members of Dad's MH team. Another review meeting is being arranged. Objectively thinking, this might lead to something better. Is the tiredness that got to me really...and feeling hopeless.

His care co-ordinator said that all I have to do is ring them and they will come round. Viz a vie the traumatic trip to the local shops. That will be good, if it happens. Only I can never know when Dad is going to need something. Like with the meds that didn't turn up and running out of food and needing to go to the shops but will ring them if necessary and hopefully they will be able to help.

The team manager rang and it was his idea to have a review meeting. I dont' mind going to the meeting, if it does make some difference. He said I worry too much. Maybe I do but when you are on your own, trying to work out what is best for a family member it is hard not to worry. I want the best kind of care for Dad and I don't think he is getting it and after a year, I don't have much faith that he will get it either.

Anyway, have stopped crying. Which is something and I got a long sleep, which bought some peace. I was woken by a friend, ringing me because she was worried about me. That was actually quite positive. To know someone cared enough about me to ring. Silly maybe or not silly but not mega but sometimes it is things like that which help me to carry on.

Am going back to sleep because I am tired again. Sleep isn't always the best place with depression but it can help recharge the batteries.