I have just completed one year of psychotherapy* with an amazing clinical social worker, accompanied by psychiatric/psychological follow-up. Today, at 54, I am as mentally and emotionally strong as maybe never before in my life.
Until less than a year ago my life was a mess. And that of my son even more. Our home was a mess, and I am not even going to begin detailing.
After another psychiatric hospitalization of several months, my 26-year-old son (who is struggling with psychotic OCD) has been living in supervised housing for the past 6 months and he is learning to live an independent and socially healthy life.
I have moved to a new apartment with my cat and have begun studying psychology and working with children with special needs.
The love of my life (who is also coping with emotional-mental complexity) has evolved into my best friend.
Things are far from perfect, but they are steadily improving.
AND, most days are sunny and warm in this country.
* State-funded, I didn’t pay a penny.