Well, my friends, I’m out of sorts today.
My son’s depression is quickly spiralling down. He’s been having horrible nightmares since he came to Canada. Today, when I woke up, went to say hello to him. He was up already (he’s sleeping on our sofa-bed in the living room). He looked bad. He was shaken. He said today’s nightmare was particularly vicious.
We talked for a bit but his thoughts are dark. Thoughts of death.
I can’t take this.
I can deal with any pain I may have. I am strong enough.
But I can’t stand seeing my son be in so much pain.
I don’t know what to do.