It's really weird though how fast shit can happen. They pay through the nose to live there but it's a nice apartment complex and the pool area isn't even that crowded. With how things have changed around here, the quiet and being able to gather over there it was the most beautiful summer, almost to good to be true, never seen us so close and happy than the nightmare struck. Of course there's always the nightmare, never fails. Totally destroyed everything and it could be months, maybe a year or more before, if ever, things get back to normal. It was just to good to be true. I now sit wondering if my oldest son will ever be the same again after his break down in 2020. I really wish I knew what happened with him.
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I sincerely empathize with your concern for your family. I hope you are soon able to be sure all is better than you could have imagined with your loved ones.
I had to have my son hospitalized again. There was some hope when the psychologist said if he'd stayed on his medication for two years the chances of a relapse would have been more unlikely. So I guess there is still hope left, it's a matter of convincing him of that after his release.