Tuesday, September 15, 2015
SLICE OF LIFE
Earlier this summer, my oldest son had a "psychotic episode"and was hospitalized for about a week.
He was released with medication and encouraged to seek treatment at a local mental health facility.
Which we did.
But he hated it.
He went three times and stopped going.
Then he stopped taking the medication.
This weekend, he had another episode.
And ended up in a different hospital.
I have not seen him since Saturday night when he went by ambulance.
I did an intake interview Sunday morning.
And spoke with a doctor last night on the phone.
He said I could call today,
which I did,
but my son will not talk to me.
And the nurses will not tell me anything
because he has signed a form
saying he does not want any information to be released to anyone.
The hole in our hearts is huge.
The silence in our house is deafening.
My prayers bounce endlessly off the ceiling.
I hoped we would not come to this dark place again so soon.