Honestly, I stumbled across this blog as I was cleaning up and tidying all of my internet platforms and connections, social media, etc. I have one divorce, a once successful business that is now falling apart because of Covid, a sweet little house I built two years ago and a whole new take on life. All of this, in large part, is due to my journey as a mom with a schizophrenic son.
Life makes no promises. And life takes no short cuts. A "fair" hand is not guaranteed to anyone and no one feels that more acutely than someone with a mental illness. Hospital stays, mental health facilities, poorly funded programs and a dearth of therapy and psychologic services are part of what a mental health patient will face even in the most Democratic states.
I can't tell you how many hours I've been on the phone with K trying to quiet his fears, hoping that what I am telling him is what he needs to hear, hoping that I will be able to get any kind of an audience with his health care professionals to make sure that they're reviewing his needs and his meds and making a connection.
The meds! They make a HUGE difference to the changes for the better you want to see. And it's not an easy task to find the right cocktail of meds and the correct dosage of meds that will allow for hope of a more normal, less fearful life for your child.
Stick around. I've more to tell, more to share, more to gripe about. But let me tell you also, there's hope; hope for you and for your child! And YOU are the best equipped person to find it!