This isn't really a departure from my usual content since this blog has and always will be the word vomit (a phrase which is forever changed after last week) of my thoughts and life events. But I want to talk about mental health for a quick second.
So, as I'm sure
you've figured out, I have some sort of undiagnosed illness. As far as I know,
no one wakes up and actually chooses violence without there being something
going on in their head. And, again for obvious reasons, I have never gone to
see a psychologist because that is opening a can of worms that no one can
close. I'm pretty sure there are limits to doctor-patient confidentiality.
I'm worried about
Casey.
She's been through
so much lately and I have not been able to get her to talk about it. I tried
being patient, I tried being direct. That ended with her shutting down and
closing her door in my face. I don't know what to do. I wonder if I should take
her to see someone bet then we’re back to the same problem that I have, which
is: how many doctors will we have to murder before we find one willing to treat
her AND keep her secret? My guess is, too many.
I think it was
less common when I was her age to talk about mental illness and seek treatment.
I’ve always just assumed that people are born the way they are and there’s nothing
else to be done. If you struggle more than others, then you’ll always struggle
more than others. But I don’t want Casey to suffer if she doesn’t have to. But
I also can’t trust her with anyone else because there’s too much at stake.
I guess I could do
my own research. The internet has definitely come a long way in the past few
decades and I don’t need a degree to be able to help my daughter with the
basics of trauma recovery. Maybe I’m too close to be able to help her, though.
It’s too personal.
So. What do I do?
I’m at a loss, dear readers. I don’t know how to help her and I just…
I just want to
know she’s going to be okay. And right now, it doesn’t feel like it.
I need your help.
I need someone to tell me what to do. It’s my daughter, you understand, I will
do anything to make sure she’s safe and I am failing her. I mean it: anything
you can do to help me and help Casey, please tell me.
I am begging.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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