30 Days of Faith: Day 14
My son was diagnosed with a mental illness. Something that happens to other people. He was in the hospital and not speaking to us. He wouldn’t sign HIPPA papers, so the most we could to was talk generically to a case manager.
Part of an involuntary committment is hearings to assess recommittment. We had to face him across the room, and state why we felt he should stay in the hospital. He said it was all lies and the reason we were saying it was because we hated him, have always hated him. That afternoon we had an appointment with a person from a charity we support. It turns out he was in a counseling masters program and his brother had the same diagnosis as our son. Our appointment with this man had been made weeks earlier. What a miracle.
The case manager called to say our son was to be discharged. There was no place for him to go. He was mad at us, so didn’t want to live with us. His one sister didn’t have room, and he was mad at his other sister because she was part of his delusions. He was calling around and there was no place for him. This particular hospital did very poorly with wrap around services. They were going to discharge him to the street.
My back was in knots, my stomach nauseous, my head hurt, and there was no way I could fix this. I stewed about it for two days. Finally I told God “This is your mess, I’m giving it to you”. I can’t describe the peace I felt.
The next morning I get a call from my daughter. My son called her to see if he could live with her for a little while. Her and her husband had ALREADY discussed whether they would open their home to him, and decided they would.
I’m amazed at how God has everything in place ahead of time. No, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. The mental illness didn’t go away. The God who orchestrates things BEFORE we even know it needs done, is faithful each day. Yes, I’m still hoping he’s working already to put into place events that will restore my son to me.