I'm not really sure how to write this, so here are the facts. My husband and I are sitting in a hospice room waiting for our 23 year old son to die. He overdosed last Tuesday in a hotel room and had been on life support, unresponsive since then. Late Saturday night we took him off the ventilator. His body is young and strong and struggling to stay alive.
We are with him in hospice now waiting.
I am angry with everyone who says they know how I am feeling because they don't. I don't even know how I am feeling. I am angry with his friends who post how much he means to them on his facebook wall. Why didn't they let him know that weeks ago? I am angry with God who is in control of this whole sad situation. I am angry and sad and tired and a hundred other things.
All our friends and family keep texting for updates, but there is nothing to update. They all want to do something, but there is nothing to do.
Two things I know for sure: good parenting can't fix a mentally ill child, and even a good therapist cannot help a mentally ill person who does not want to be helped.