One Year On
This blog post contains trigger warnings so please consider this before reading on.
It’s been one year since a suicide attempt found my eldest spawn admitted to hospital. I can’t say things are better – just different. There haven’t been any further attempts which is progress, but the constant monitoring, worrying about mood and diet changes, and the recent introduction of medication has made this a very long and exhausting year.
I don’t really know what else to say about it. It’s just what my reality is now. There is no going back. We can only move forward.
Perhaps that’s the lesson to learn. Things can never be “the way they were”. The challenge and often the joy in life is found by embracing the new and continuing to move forward.
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Until next week,