I would like to say that this is how I feel~
Unfortunately, I am a churning mass of anxiety, nervousness, depression, fearfulness and resignation mixed in with a fair dose of determination, hopefulness, wishfulness, wistfullness, and gratitude. It makes me quite nauseous, actually.
I would say I really feel more like this~
|One of my favorite paintings, The Scream by Edvard Munch|
In the end, it doesn't matter what I feel, really. In less than 48 hours, my behaviorally-challenged son with autism, Tourettes, and (maybe, could be?) a mood disorder will be home full time again.