I’ve had no blogging mojo. I suppose it’s just a case of knowing that if I started I wouldn’t know where to stop. The last week has been totally bizarre.
I have a family member who really is not well. She has, what I think, is bipolar and a symptom of that is alcoholism. She’s been moved around from family member to family member and kicked out after she becomes too much to handle. The problem is that when she’s manic, she can become aggressive.
We’ve all tried to help over the years – it has been going on for about twenty – but each time we do, something happens to stop us completely. The worst was when we eventually managed to get her to a psychiatrist and he did no evaluation – just told us that we were ganging up on her because she was afrikaans and we weren’t. I mean – WTF!
Every time we’ve tried to help, its been thwarted.
Over the last two weeks I’ve had funerals for two other family members who died. I know! Told you it’s been crazy. I saw her at one of the funerals and my heart just broke. She’s been living in the Free State with her family and looked really sad and lost. My sister and I told her we would get her help and that she must move back beginning of December. This way we could try get her help.
All was fine until this weekend. I got a call to say she had been missing for 24 hours already and was last seen wandering the streets of a nearby location. We called police, we phoned hospitals and we prayed like never before. Miraculously she returned two days later unharmed.
That was the last straw.
I have never been so scared for someone in my life. We immediately picked her up (my sister has been amazing) and got her here, and I started calling. I called AA and they wanted me to go to a meeting for family of alcoholics. I explained that there was more to it than my needs. Eventually, after a lot of calling, I found a support centre for bipolar. I spoke to the most amazing lady and for the first time in 20 years someone HEARD me. And spoke to me with compassion and wisdom – something we’ve been needing for years. She pointed us to a nurse who worked in an academic hospital. Long story short, we managed to chat to the family member who has agreed that something is not right (its taken 20 years to get to this point) and got her to the hospital. They treated her so well and with such care. And for the first time in our lives we feel like there’s hope.
She has been feeling better and stronger, and hopefully feels totally loved by us. But it’s left the rest of us all feeling a bit exhausted. I’m just grateful she’s okay and praying that we finally see some stabilisation.
Why am I sharing this? I have no idea. I suppose I just need to let it out and maybe there’s someone else who can offer advice or get some hope from this.
On a different note, I’ve started reading “The Shack”. I’ve heard so much about it and keen to see what they hype is all about. I have a whole hoard of books to get through this holiday, so bring on the vacation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!