I need a vacation
Because my weekend was more stressful than my work week. Because my last few weekends away were mostly hustle and bustle and veiled animosity.The situation that I described on Friday about my young friend is both better and worse than I thought. In the age-old cry for help she apparently attempted suicide 2 weeks ago, though in a half-measured way that makes me certain it was little more than a desperate grab at attention. I have spent much time with her over the weekend and am convinced that at least part of her problem with her home life is the symptoms of the medication her parents have her on. The good news is that her parents do not believe she is bipolar anymore than I do. The bad news is, this beautiful young lady is so desperate for a solution, she will believe anything that her doctor suggests. It is disturbing to me that her parents feel comfortable giving her the drugs for a disease they don't believe she has, but at least she isn't on the lithium yet that I can tell.
I am concerned that the drugs that she is taking may be interacting adversely. But what do I know? I'm working solely on instinct and love here.
It broke my heart listening to her. All I wanted to do is wrap her up in a perpetual hug and tell her that she is loved until I had no more voice. She thinks her parents hate her. She told me so. Why does she think so? Her parents have told her that they hate her. I am so frightened for her. And, I am ashamed of them. Yes, they are dealing with multiple stresses and yes, she is part of the problem. But, I don't think you should ever EVER speak of hating your child, not even in anger.
I can't do enough for her or them and it breaks my heart. My own sleep has been fitful and unrestful in the wake of all of this. I suspect that will continue.
