Are you a worn out, discouraged parent of a teen or adult child? Your son or daughter may suffer with one of these: mental illness, self-injury, an eating disorder, pornography, an addiction to drugs or alcohol, gender identity confusion, or be incarcerated.
Have you given up hope or you’re on the verge? Did you have a strong faith in God, but now you aren’t so sure what you believe anymore?
Take heart, weary friend. You’re not alone.
“I’m so exhausted,” my friend confided as she heaved a deep sigh.
Another mom choked out, “I don’t think I’m going to survive this experience”, as she wept on my shoulder.
A grief-stricken dad moaned, “This is killing me. It’s by far the most difficult time of my entire life.”
I’ve thought and said these same things, have you? How can I keep going? I wondered. My strength was gone. I had no idea how in the world I was going to face the next crisis.
You may feel like this, too. I wish I could tell you your child’s going to be okay, but I can’t make that promise. No one can. There aren’t any guarantees we can depend on. Our child is the one who must choose to change, to accept help.
I’m sorry. I know that’s not very comforting, but it’s the hard truth. On my grueling journey I’ve come to see that we need to grieve our losses and accept what is. What can we depend on? Is there anything out there for us to stand on, to give comfort? Where can we find some high ground, a refuge during times of disaster?