Josh got the job he was wanting. Hopefully things will continue looking up for him.
He deserves it, he's a good kid who has gone through hell.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Almost a Month to the Day Later
It's been almost a month since I posted my last fairly frantic post. Josh is still in treatment and doing fairly well mood wise.
He's yet to find a job, although he HAD a job offer contingent on passing a drug test. But, oh, he had smoked pot with his friend a week and a half or so prior to the drug test, so who knows if he'll actually pass it and get the job or not. If he doesn't, I HOPE it is a lesson for him.
He has made reference to his 'bipolar' lately, as if he might actually accept that he has it.
In this journey I remind myself to look at how far we've come. He's in treatment, his mood is pretty stable, he actually cares about keeping his apartment clean, his laundry done. He's trying to eat more healthy foods and he's been working out regularly, and it shows.
During the first two months on medication he had gained 25 pounds. He needed the extra weight, but he has turned it all into muscle. He looks really good.
So that's where we are today. I try very hard to appreciate the positive changes and have patience with the job thing, but sometimes I get frustrated. Still, in the end, I'd rather have him where he IS than homeless, or in a psych ward or dead.
I appreciate all your comments and the private emails I receive. It all makes me realize just how many parents are struggling right along with me and my heart and prayers go out to each and every one of you and your children.
He's yet to find a job, although he HAD a job offer contingent on passing a drug test. But, oh, he had smoked pot with his friend a week and a half or so prior to the drug test, so who knows if he'll actually pass it and get the job or not. If he doesn't, I HOPE it is a lesson for him.
He has made reference to his 'bipolar' lately, as if he might actually accept that he has it.
In this journey I remind myself to look at how far we've come. He's in treatment, his mood is pretty stable, he actually cares about keeping his apartment clean, his laundry done. He's trying to eat more healthy foods and he's been working out regularly, and it shows.
During the first two months on medication he had gained 25 pounds. He needed the extra weight, but he has turned it all into muscle. He looks really good.
So that's where we are today. I try very hard to appreciate the positive changes and have patience with the job thing, but sometimes I get frustrated. Still, in the end, I'd rather have him where he IS than homeless, or in a psych ward or dead.
I appreciate all your comments and the private emails I receive. It all makes me realize just how many parents are struggling right along with me and my heart and prayers go out to each and every one of you and your children.
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