Tish, I am so sorry for the stress, grief, and sadness you are feeling right now. Your words about your eldest son really resonated with me. My husband and I have only begun this last year a long, tedious journey into the wilderness of Bipolar Disorder with our eldest son. He is adopted, 28 yo, and lives in Denver. We think he may be homeless, but we don't know for sure because he is suspicious and paranoid of us and won't tell us anything. We receive long text messages many days where he rants and raves against us, calling us every name in the book. He refuses to see that he is sick--according to him--we are the problem. We love him---and we "hate" him at the same time. We hate what he has become--someone we would want nothing to do with if he were not our son.
Some days we are able to live out our lives and feel happy and upbeat; other days we are sad, weary, and beaten down by it all. We literally beg God to rescue our son and restore him. I too have been comforted many times by the other moms and dads on this forum, and I thank God I found it.
On a more positive note, what a tremendously happy thing to hear about the turnaround in your younger son's life. That's amazing and wonderful, and I rejoice with you.
