Hi everyone. My son was discharged from the hospital that very night at 10:00 p.m.! He didn’t have any clothes because I had taken them to wash them because he had wet them when he had his episode- whatever it was. They gave him some random clothes and no shoes and he didn’t have his wallet to call an Uber, so he walked home. It was probably 25 degrees that night and the hospital is not that close to him. I didn’t know any of this until the next morning. I guess he handled it. I could get mad at the hospital, but frankly, I’m grateful that they take care of him all these times he needs medicine to detox. He said sometimes they’re not super nice and sometimes they’re very kind. Everyone I encountered was very nice when I was there with him.
He rested a couple of days and so did I. I wanted to see him and we met for a lunch by him. At least he was clean, and sober. He just looks so worn and thin, but that’s not surprising considering he’s beat himself to hell. We had a very heartfelt talk. He’s said he’s going to get in touch with a counselor- I hope he does, he truly needs one. He needs a lot, but that would be huge start.
I told him I’m just done with anger- it’s wearing me down. I told him I need peace in my heart, that I love him very much and I want him well, and I want to move forward. I will still keep my boundaries, and I told him that I’m here for him, that I want a relationship with him that’s healthy, that I miss him and he said he did too. He said he really wants to be done with all this, I pray he can.
For me, I just need him to know I love him, won’t enable him, but I’m still here for him in the ways that I can.