Heavy Heart

I am going to try NOT to cry, but no promises! I have been debating for sometime now whether to share this or not, but I feel as though God wants me to share this with each of you. You all share so much with me and everyone else, and I know that you won't judge my family but uplift us in prayer. So, here it goes...

When I was in the 6th Grade, my father was admitted into a hospital know as The Parthenon. This particular hospital is designed for individuals who struggle with anxiety, depression, and/or mental illness. After a long, emotional road, my father was released, put on an incredible medication to help him with his anxiety, and the next fifteen years were smooth sailing. Which brings me to the present...

For the past few months my father's struggles began again. His medication (I think it is the devil)stopped working and all the emotions he felt fifteen years ago came back. The doctors have tried many med combinations, but nothing is working. Some days he does good, some are not so good, and others are down right unbarable. My parent's trip to Mexico helped a little, but you can't run from the truth. This morning my parent's went to the doctor for a follow up visit for my father...not good news. After answering certain questions the "wrong" way, the doctor suggested my father check into The Parthenon...there are no words to explain the sadness, the frustration, the confusion, the hurt, and the hopelessness we all feel! I am not sure how long he will be there, but he can't have visitors until Saturday (only for 1 hour) and they are contemplating shock therapy...YIKES!

My father and I are very similiar in that our best and worst quality is our sensitivity! When this happened before I was young and only knew that my father was sad, but now I am an adult! I put myself in my father's shoes and my heart breaks! Our family is always in prayer for him, but I am asking anyone who reads this to please pray for my daddy, pray for my mother, and pray for our family. He is such a wonderful man...