My heart cries so much now that I cannot be still for fear it will rip through my chest. I am so very sad – so very angry. I want to be able to help, to fix things, but I cannot. Nothing can fix this. My dear, sweet, amazing friend – a fellow adoptive mom with kids from Eastern Europe, like me – lost her precious boy this past weekend. The demons he fought for so long finally overcame him and he took his own life. Nothing fixes that.
There are SO many kids from hurt backgrounds – so many kids
with complex traumatic pasts – so many former orphans who battle so many
demons. I know so many mothers that
fight the fury of hell for their kids.
So many who spend every extra moment trying to learn more, or find
resources for their kids so they can help them learn to navigate the trauma
that never goes away. And yet, we lack.
We lack doctors who are knowledgeable and social workers who
believe we have our child’s best interest at heart and that we REALLY DO KNOW
more about this crap than any grad school course ever taught them. We lack teachers who care, and the teachers
that do care lack the time and funds necessary to even begin to help our kids. We lack a health care system that is competent
at all enough to handle the mental health issues our kids – our families –
face.
How does one get anyone to care? When does it become everyone’s “problem?”
How do we model sanity to our kids when, all around them,
there is insanity?
Sorry, dear reader.
There are no answers today. No
therapeutic tips. No methods.
All I have is a plea.
Please pray for my friend and her family. Please pray, as another friend said, “May
his memory be for a blessing.”
