There is not a single, more helpless feeling. No matter what professional help you seek. No matter how proactive you are. No matter how supportive you try to be.
No matter what you do.
Than having a child that is in the midst of some sort of emotional crisis.
The only thing you can do?
Is to keep doing what your doing. To keep hoping that this G-D that you don’t believe in will hear you. To keep hoping that SOMEONE will be able to help him. To keep hoping that he’ll “snap out of it”. To keep hoping that it’s “just a phase” even though you know this phase has been around since pregnancy.
To keep hoping that with the right help he’ll be OK.
I have no greater heartache in my life. Than when my child is in agony.
I just want to make it better. And I can’t. Because he knows something is wrong. He knows he is feeling horrible inside. Yet he can’t figure out exactly why.
So I will just hold my breath until we can figure it out. So we can help him.
My heart. Is breaking.