Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A Committed Relationship

Depression is thrown about so much now a days that it seems so passe. Everyone gets depressed at one time or another and most of us will need medication for it. I have in the past. I've not used it throughout this current run of life's insanity.

My son, on the other hand, has not fared quite so well. He started anti-depressants last November but they haven't worked as well as expected. It had become quite impossible for him to negotiate life's unexpected twists and turns since the events of last Summer and Fall. And last night he crashed into an emotional telephone pole.

So tonight he is in a private (thankfully) mental health facility under care for major depression. It's been scary to watch his decent into the abyss -- a hole he's fallen down further than I've ever dared go. He went from an average, happy-go-lucky 15 year old boy last summer to an angry and angst-ridden 16 year old with self-destructive tendencies. We also no longer have anything in common and cannot have a meaningful conversation.

We're just hoping now that over the coming days and weeks that any medications and therapy help raise his head above water so he can at least catch his breath and start swimming on his own.

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