All is well. Killed her meds and prepared for the worst.
Lydia is on top of the world.
It was a non stimulant. She hated the feeling of a giant wet blanket holding her down.
She is a delight. She is a leader. She is happy.
It must be my fault. Right?
Ps - when she saw me notably upset the day after elections, she said, Don't worry Momma. I can be the first girl president.