Last night was scary. Not sure what happened exactly, but David is back in the hospital. At 8pm, with his bedtime medicines he gets a snack. He wanted oatmeal, instead I gave him a granola bar. He said that he would hurt me if I didn’t give him the right snack. He made a move…
Tag: paranoia
Held Hostage by Mental Illness
Some days, I feel like a hostage in my own home. Held hostage by mental illness. Seriously. David had a couple of really good days. Mom took him into the city, he spent time with his favorite Aunt. Life was good for him. Then there are days like today. If it isn’t his way, then…