Holidays seem to be the worst for all of us right now with Miles being in the residential treatment center. It’s almost as if we go through all the motions but there is this ever-present emptiness within all of us without Miles here with us. There have been so many holidays spent apart now that one might think that this July 4th wouldn’t feel as strange as it did. Then again, how does it ever feel anything but strange when a 13-year-old can’t be home for holidays.
The treatment center has begun neuro-feedback with Miles. It is not clear how long it might take before we know if it helps him at all. At this point we are willing to try almost anything that might improve the quality of his life even slightly.
Tonight I attended my first NAMI support group meeting. I will absolutely be attending more. It is not exactly a group I WANT to belong to, but because of Miles, it is exactly where I belong!!! Miles has brought so much to my life. I have learned things and grown as an individual in ways that I never would have without him as my son. Blessings come in strange packages.
Losing Miles 