He came back home yesterday. WE set boundaries...I say "we" because he confessed that my "controlling" (i.e. enabling) made him feel weak. He's been on the phone with the mental health clinic I go to trying to get an appointment. He's waiting for the callback. I believe he's trying, and I realize I have to LET him. It's not my life to "fix", and he's going to have to learn how to deal with the consequences of his actions. I have to stop trying to "lead" him to what I believe is the right way to deal and let him find his own way. It's one day at a time. I have faith that, with God's grace, we'll get through this...one day at a time.
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