When our 15-year-old son, David, went through a mental health crisis, everything changed. My wife and I became stressed and anxious, and our younger children lived in constant fear of his unpredictable outbursts. Three-year-old Rachel developed nervous tics, Nine-year old Sam began bedwetting, and the entire atmosphere at home became chaotic.
I worked during the afternoon hours but was regularly called home to tackle David’s violence. When I arrived home my wife would inevitably be trying to calm him, while the children cowered in fear at the other end of the house.
Life was far from ok. My boss was unhappy about my frequent breaks during work and my wife was so busy caring for David, she had no time or energy to do anything else. Forget cooking, forget laundry, forget being a loving mother. Our life was falling apart!