My son had traveled the backbone of the world in his imagination
Over the years, my son, even during times of psychosis, had taken his passport and bought tickets to various destinations in the world, informing us at the last moment that he was not up to flying and leaving me with the tickets to deal with. Occasionally, I’d received a refund, more often than not, a partial return or nothing at all.
My son had traveled the backbone of the world in his imagination, assuring us that away from home things would be different for him.
Eventually he decided to visit South Africa. Destination, family in Johannesburg and Cape Town. I was amazed at the amount of medication that my husband had managed to obtain as well as post-dated prescriptions and even more surprised that he trusted David with it all.