My husband is home again. This time for a while. He truncated his stay at St. Jude's by three days. He was in a deep depression. He was not responding to his medication. He was sinking deeper and deeper. I felt like I almost lost him. If he were drowning in a sea of black oil, had had sunk so deeply that only our fingers still clung to each other.
The good news: a lot of the confusion lately is probably due to this state coming on.
The bad news: we do not, by any stretch of the imagination, have his medication figured out.
Mental illness absolutely, positively sucks. And that's all I have to say about that.
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Ughh.. so not what I was hoping to find when I came here to check on you.
I'm so so sorry. I really don't know what to say.
Continued prayers to you...
...and more prayers...
The black oil analogy was amazing- well put. And so sorry you have to experience it.
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