|Update: Friday, 2:00 PM.
In the sort of unbelievable turnaround that only happens in badly-plotted movies, the kid has come through and the crisis has passed. Just got off the phone. No, there is no happy ending in sight, but we weren’t expecting one. My kid is going to be okay, though, and at this point, that was the only happy ending I could hope for.
Thank you, all of you.
I do my best when I’m here to post honestly–to talk openly about writing and its hardships, about my life and its ups and downs, about why writing and paying forward are important to me, about the things that I think matter.
When I cannot be honest, my choice has been–and remains to be–silence.
I’ve been burying myself in work, silent for about a year now on one of the biggest and most stressful and frustrating experiences I’ve ever had to deal with, because while I’ve done my best to be open about my own life, I have by intent kept my mouth shut about the lives of the people I love. Their stories are not mine to tell.
The stress of the last several months, however, and the fact that things have gotten so bad, leave me in a place where I must ask a small favor. My mind and my heart are with one of my kids, who is struggling with problems you would not wish on your worst enemy. The situation has progressed from bad to worse to unthinkable, and while my kid has done the right and honorable thing each time in a series of worsening crises, the situation has become unbearable.
If you have prayers you can lend, spare angels, spare candles, I would ask for this:
Pray for both my child and for the person who is working with focused intent to destroy my kid’s life, that each of them will receive the support and help they need to bring them calm and peace that will allow them to do right things by each other–and that no harm will come to either of them.
If you can help, thank you. If ever there was a time for small miracles, this is that time.