Dear fellow orbsters, I need your support.
Last week, while traveling from Houston, Texas to Prescott, Arizona with 3 U-Hauls, 4 cats, and a dog, my husband suffered a mental break and we lost him between Ozona and Ft. Stockton, Texas. Police found him alive almost 30 hours later, and we got him back to home where he is currently in hospital. Although we found the U-Haul about 10 miles from where the police found him, we did not find our dog, whom he says he set “free”. In my heart, I believe she went to someone who needs her love more than we do, but it is still a heart-breaking loss.
I am overwhelmed by all that still needs to be done and fear for my husband’s future safety. Yes, I know he needs to be medicated. No, he had not been medicated because he refused to take the meds. Yes, I tried to get him to take meds. Yes, we are trying something different this time (monthly injections instead of daily oral medication) and he is getting the help he needs to get stabilized. Yes, I wish I could go back in time and do things differently. Yes, I have been judging myself 12 ways to Sunday for not realizing what was happening sooner. All I can say is that my husband is very good at hiding his illness and saying the right things, even with me.
As bad as things are, they could have been so much worse this past week, and though we have a long road ahead, at least he’s alive to get the help me needs, and we have another chance.
February 26, 2016