Learning to cope with sorrow, pain and grief is not easy but, support groups helped me a lot. The people who surrounded me at those meetings were all people who understood exactly what I was going through. They understood the various stages that parents go through when trying to come to terms with mental illness.
- They understood the transition period from being another ‘ordinary family’ to one where I felt as though the sky had fallen onto my family.
- They understood the denial stage I was going through. The thoughts that went through my head were; This can’t be happening to my son, to me, to my family.
- They understood the disquiet I was feeling, my worry and my great sense of foreboding.
- They understood why I ran from place to place to find information on the subject of mental illness: to the University Library, to the internet, to doctors.
- They understood the various emotions I was going feeling.
- And most of all, they tried to help me gain acceptance of the situation although that stage took me a long time to reach.
I learned that there are two ways to live one’s life:
The first, as though nothing is a miracle. The second, as though everything is a miracle.