Thank you!!!! Good thoughts and many hugs right back at ya!!!!
I check in every once in awhile to try to catch up or see if I can help anyone in a small way, or add my two cents! I feel very out of the loop, so I just pray you guys are doing well! There are a lot of new names and faces!
I am in my 7th month of therapy and doing great. My therapist and pdoc are a blessing and they have absolutely changed my life. David (my therapist) yells at me every time I say that because I should give myself much more credit. I have busted my butt and worked very hard to get where I am. I've gone through a lot of painful moments to have some MAJOR shifts in my perspective with my family and myself and with Michael. I am the healthiest (emotionally) I have ever been in my life. Yes, the meds help.....but I couldn't do it without the therapy.
I chose not to speak to Michael for atleast 3-4 months, during which time he spiralled even more out of control (no meds, drunk driving, accidents, jail time, totalled his car and lost his license, probation for months from work and ALMOST losing his job)......BUT I didn't care at all. It, gladly, was of no concern to me. My only focus was me and moving forward with MY life.
My lease is up at the end of August (on the west side), so I feel like a very long chapter of my life is coming to an end. I am diligently searching for a residence on the east side....back near work and my family....but I wouldn't trade my experience for the world because it wouldn't have brought me to therapy or to this transformation of my emotional health and perspective. It's funny....I am the healthiest one in my family now (which isn't saying much). I look around, and I'm like "Oh my Gosh....I honestly let you guys (parents) rule my life for so long and you are more messed up than me". And Michael.......I can't believe how I used to attach my caboose to the end of his non-stop emotional roller coaster and just go for a ride. Now, I sit back with compassion and just watch from a distance. Those are his issues, not mine.
Now, of his own accord, he has managed to stay sober, move out of his dad's basement, and start seeing MY pdoc and therapist. Making his own arrangments for transportation to and from work and therapy. He has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder......they are not so convinced he is bipolar....however...we all know there is a fine line.
We are friendly, as we are in the process of seperating items from our storage unit. I wish him nothing but the best. I hope he finds a true path to happiness. I know my path to happiness does not include him.