My Painthere are many broken people walking this planet every day, i once was one of them, and now my son is another.
he is suffering deeply, and is in the throes of a major depression. i too have been there, and i would take his place now if i could, knowing fron experience that it is the most isolating, frightening human condition. i want to take all this terror away, but i can only love him, listen to him, not judge him and support him.
but it is hard. it is devastating, as i know that he has a hard road ahead of him.
my life has had its share of tragedies, not saying this for sympathy, it just has; but in the last year i have rebuilt my life, bit by bit, day by day, but this pain i feel for my deeply troubled son is hard to bare. being highly creative, intelligent and sensitive, he has finally snapped...life has not been kind to him and his suffering is real.
so many wonderful people in this world suffer from mental conditions and they are judged, told to "buck up" or just not believed.
when someone has a broken leg, we all rush to help, when someone has a broken mind, we turn away, if it may some how be "catching"...we turn away because we are reminded of our own fragility, so the person suffers in silence.
i am hopeful for my son's recovery. my heart is pouring out all of the love i hold inside for him...and for all the other broken people in this world