I got a phone call around Noon yesterday from my friend, saying he was in the hospital psych ward for a long weekend. I was finally able to breath a sigh of relief, gather my wits about me, relax, knowing he wasn't laying dead somewhere. I am praying that this will be the start of a clean and sober stretch, his last ended two months ago, but it went for ten months, what heaven. Thanks for all at this site sending me your prayers, support and kind words. Sometimes it's not easy loving those we do, family is not often understanding, and we DO get discouraged. With God and the support of friends, we come to realize that you don't always get what you want, but you often do get what you need.
