God never wastes a hurt, right?
I want to blog
about putting my child
in a mental hospital
when she was nine.
Ummmm…
Big mistake
Not what I thought.
Not What my counselor thought.
we thought it would be a safe place
to get her started on meds and stabilized.
Safe, it was NOT.
Now there are hospitals and then there are hospitals. You know?
But
we are still getting over that experience seventeen years later.
😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓
Not what we needed
Not the best place for her.
I wish we could have just canceled all our engagements and stayed home til the counselor was available, then had an intensive weekend therapy session or something and then two hour weekly sessions with in-house blood work while we got her meds started.
That’s not realistic,
(I wish there was something like that!)
but
as close as we could get to that
would have been better
than an inpatient lock down facility
for a nine year old who was starting fires in her toy box!
She didn’t need to be in with older kids and teens who had some scary issues going on. All the screaming and mandatory blood tests that she heard EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK. Missing her family. Not being able to go home when we wanted to get her out. Criminetly!
Help me Jesus.
I’m yours. 🌻
Use my voice.
I wanna rock the world for GOOD
and
for other hurting families.
I’ll Wait
for YOUR Spirit to blow on my words.
I trust
YOUR timing
This is Your show. 🌻
I want to help people and play to my weaknesses.
Like Paul in the Bible. Yeah.
I need a hug. Do you?
