Each night, as I lay down to sleep, I dream that I hear David moving around in the house. He hasn’t been home since October 3, but still. I feel the urge to get up and check on him. To shine my light near where his head ought to be. My nightly ritual used to…
Month: April 2013
Who makes major life decisions
for our son? Turns out, it may not necessarily be his mother or myself. Quite frankly, it may not be the team of psychiatrists or other professionals associated with his case. It for sure doesn’t seem to be the psychiatric residential treatment center where he is a resident, or the school where he is in…