I recently had a visit with my parents, and it is hard going home because my father is a mess. I think he is dealing with mental health issues that are undiagnosed. I find myself getting angry with him, then feeling bad because I was there once and know how bad it made me feel when people were mad at me over something that I could not control. The frustrating thing is that he knows that he needs help but will not go to anyone. He considers himself to be an important person in the town, and worries that others will find out.
I'm really trying to remember how it felt before I was diagnosed and medicated, so that I can have more empathy for him. But it is so tough.
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The Earth is a world, the world is a ball;
A ball in a game, with no rules at all.
As I stopped to think of the wonder of it all;
You take it and drop it and it breaks when it falls.
--Echo and the Bunnymen
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