The Aliens in my head are my own voices of right, wrong, and insanity trying to figure me, and possibly you out.
9/21/2010
All the kings horses...
Through all this I think I have learned to enjoy the days where there is peace.. routine. It ended last week.
My son had returned to the "dark side". The coping side of his brother and sister and I make darth Vader sounds after he leaves the room, when he is just plain mean towards any one of us. Without the meds, he is very verbally abusive, and mean.
The last time he physically went after his brother and sister, which cannot happen again.
I spoke to him. He does not want to hear.
I want to scream.
I want to shake him by the shoulders and say STOP
stop, just stop
look what you are doing
look what you are becoming
Please let me help you
But he cannot see, he cannot hear. He is stuck in his own mind.
He shuts me out,
gets angry
does not want to talk about his medicine or illness at all.
I want to hold him on the ground
and shove the pills down his throat.
He has the look of darkness on him, of depression..of ocd and anxiety.
It is a real look of darkness.
He does not smile, circles are under his eyes, the light he had a few weeks ago is gone. He has confined himself to his room...I know this is his safe place
where he knows he will not fight with us all
There is not alot of conversation with him..because everything irritates him.
He quit taking his meds because “He knows what is right for him”
Im glad he at least told me the truth.
I cannot make him take his medicine..he is bigger..stronger…bullheaded.
I thought of hiding them in his food
But then he would think that he really is fine....
Which is a lie.
Instead
We all have confronted him
And let him know that he is not happy
He is slipping away
And we miss him,
and hope he remembers that the meds do make him better
If he chooses to continue to not take them
And slip away
I will have to admit him to the hospital
which will break my heart into a million pieces
I already hurt thinking about it
Where he will be forced to to take the meds
which will only happen if I cant reach him
or he becomes violent
or im afraid for his life
or stars hearing the voices
that dont exsist
So I hope he remembers the happy
The ability to make decisions
The focus on goals
I miss the light in his eyes
I miss my son.
I tell god
I am not equipped for this
I cant do this
I cannot fix this
and I know
it is not for me to fix
Im so tired.
~Almighty Heidi
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7 comments:
Wow! Very powerful, very thought-provoking. Leaves me with many questions...
Take care,
-James
You're left in the most difficult position -- of knowing that all you can do is love someone and hope, hope, hope that they will make the right choice. Forever a parent's situation, no matter the circumstances. I'll say a prayer for all of you today, and hope along with you.
Yours,
Carolyn
Heidi,
I don't know what to say; you are in my thoughts.
Robin
This is very powerful writing.
Keep searching for the right path, and things will get better!
-- Matt
Thanks all :) It will all work out, I know it in my heart.
i'm so sorry to read about your son, heidi..
You are such a beautiful gift to your son. One thing I tell my 28-year old alcoholic daughter is that I will never give up on her. As long as blood runs thru our veins, never ever give up. I'm sending you strength... & a whole lot of hope. I hope you feel it XO
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