In hoping to help her brother, my daughter once told me, “Take him to the graveyard and force him to pick his plot. Because it’s either death, jail, or treatment.”
I am a parent of an adult loved one battling substance use. For years I fought alongside, tried to motivate, and lent help in any way I could. I have paid bills- sometimes for months, I have posted bail, bought groceries, clothes, and other items. I opened my home in hopes of change. But the desire for change was outplayed by the desire to be high.
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
Newsflash to the mentally healthy, mental illness has no cure. This is a lifetime of seasons-a rotation of winter, spring, summer, and fall. Don't confuse mental illness with your seasons' explanation.
Do not turn away from those in need.
"You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there." Please, never let a loved one stay there alone.
He never desired to leave anyone behind in his or her sins. Often telling those he loved to go and sin no more. He loved the woman at the well. He loved Zacchaeus.
He loved the sinners!
It didn't take long before the mania and depression collided, leaving me in one of the worst states I'd ever experienced.
Locked behind doors of a mental hospital, I never felt more alone.