I’ve probably given both my mom and my dad a few (or a lot) of grey hairs over the years by just being me, but these last couple of years have been particularly hard for me and my parents have always been there to help me through the rough spots. Even though they’re divorced and live 2 hours apart, both of them have gone above and beyond to help me stay happy and healthy in the wake of some devastating circumstances.
two years ago I asked my mom if I could stay with her for a couple of months on her couch while I tried to get a job and save up to move into an apartment. She of course said okay and I placed all my things in storage while I slept on the couch every night. A month and a half later I had a new job, but it didn’t pay enough for me to have my own place until I started getting good bonuses, so she decided it would be better if I moved into one of my babcia’s rooms and stayed for a bit longer. A blessing in disguise. We just brought my bed over and left everything else in storage for when I could eventually move out.
Meanwhile, my dad was loaning me money for the dress for my sister’s wedding and generally being his supportive self. Out of both my parents he’s the one I always turned to when I was feeling depressed or upset because he could always calm me down. As I said, he lives two hours away, so seeing him and him helping me out physically couldn’t really happen, but he was always there with monetary help and an ear to listen.
Everything was going swimmingly until September 2012 (I got the job in June) when I was admitted to the psych ward of the hospital down the street. It was the beginning of my deterioration into a madness I’ve not been able to escape. My mother, who was out of work at the time, visited me every day the week that I was there. She sometimes didn’t know what to say, but the fact that she was there was more than I could ever ask for at the time. My dad I talked to on the phone and again he was a comfort I could always count on.
After this incident, I began my decent into believing my place of employment was a demon haunted place where the devil and his demons would torture me while I was at work and cause me great anxiety. I didn’t speak too much with my mom about this because I was afraid I would scare her, but I spoke with my father about it because I needed to get out of the situation at work very badly and didn’t know what to do. He’s the one who talked me into a plan about how I would have to quit my job and apply for unemployment based on the fact that I quit due to medical reasons. I was supposed to lose my car then and save for one while I was getting money coming in, but I liked my car so much I decided to pay for it and keep it at the time (big mistake, but then again I didn’t listen to my dad…). So I followed the plan other than that and got cobra through my job so I could keep seeing my psychiatrists and therapists. This happened at the beginning of December 2012.
In January of 2013 I had another “break” and swore the demons were going to take my soul away from me. Through this incident my mom and dad were there… my mom even taking me to the ER, but we ended up leaving after waiting for 5 hours. It was also around this time that I got everything out of storage and moved it to my mom’s house.
Throughout all of last year, both my parents have been there for me both physically and monetarily. In September of 2013 I got Lithium poisoning and although I don’t remember this, I was told my mom came to visit me every day after work and my dad came to visit me once as well. Again, my parents were there for me in a moment of distress.
Now, as my unemployment ran out in December of 2013 and I haven’t had any money coming in, my mother is supporting me financially for my basic needs and my dad helped me out when I wasn’t going to be able to have a cell phone any more by going above and beyond to put a phone on his family plan for me (believe me… that was a fiasco).
Basically, my parents are heroes. Parents in general are heroes. They’re there for you when you need them most and will always love you no matter how much you screw up or get messed up. I wouldn’t be here right now without my parents and I want to take this time to say thank you to them for being here not for just the past two years of my life, but for my entire life. Make sure if you have parents like mine that you take the time out to say this too.