An unexpected transition
Anxiety and depression were not on our radars. But we cobbled together enough clues to start doing our research. We invited friends to pray for our son—and for wisdom for us.
We also called multiple friends who had connections to health professionals. Our son also made appointments to see the campus counselor and physician, who prescribed him medication. They were helpful, but he needed more. Thankfully, our friend who sits on the board of a local non-profit medical center got him an appointment with a psychiatrist there.
Unsure whether low doses of new medications were making a difference, my husband drove over to take our son back to the psychiatrist. By day’s end we finally had a real grasp on the situation rather than depending on scattered and confusing clues. We knew our son needed to come back home to get the help he needed to heal.
What transpired over the next week was a gift from God. Although we were completely shell-shocked by the circumstances, God continued to support us through friends who provided godly advice and prayer. And He kindly orchestrated events that led us to a psychiatrist and psychologist in our hometown who, together, prescribed new medications at therapeutic doses.
We started that week not knowing where to begin and ended the week with a measure of hope that we were on the right path.
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