Somebody Else's Crazy Life

And so.. one of those things I never thought would really ever happen in our family happened. Cheyann had a major mental health crisis involving scissors, knives, running away, crisis, police and rescue intervention landing her, by the end of it all, in an emergency bed in a residential treatment facility. Looking back now, the whole situation was just plain surreal. More than once I felt like I was in a movie watching somebody else's crazy life. The 10 days she was there felt a lot like the time I spent 15 years ago at the Boston Children's Hospital as my son Donald underwent open heart surgery. There was a sense of living in a tunnel.. day-to-day and one step at a time. Unreal. She made it home in time for the holidays and we actually navigated those relatively well - with the help of my oldest, Melissa, who we flew home for the holidays with her husband. So.. did it all help? Hmm.. I guess I'm not sure yet. As January moves along I am seeing some signs of concern and I worry.