Hubby and I spent quite an enjoyable two hours playing Monopoly. Unsurprisingly he beat me, totally thrashed me. So, to take out my frustration I got the boxing pads out, managed 3 minutes of beating the pads up. I was gonna do situps too, but I got a call from my sis.

I think she is slowly coming out of her pyschosis but I'm not sure. She started the call by insisting that I agree I'm being threatened - she believes that her ex boyf has threatened me and mum - and claiming her story didn't make sense without me backing her up.

After a good few minutes of me getting upset, cross, pissed off and telling her that nobody had threatened me she started to listen, but then she started to cry. She wants to know what is wrong with her, and why she is so confused. I didn't know what to say. She sounded rational and like my baby sis again. She asked me to come visit and I had to knock her back as I'm back to work tomorrow. It's not like we're that close anyway, I often go weeks without speaking to her in a 'normal' situation, so why do I feel bad for not visiting her again, even though it's not been a week?

I wish I could just transport myself there so I can hold her and let her know things will be alright. That's what family is supposed to do isnt it? I feel so impotent. Useless. I know she's in the right place and getting the care, but its hard to convince myself deep down.

I just want her to be better and home again.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
At least, so far, I haven't helped myself to any junk food to comfort myself. Herbal tea here I come...