For the last five years I have been the major caretaker for my brother. He has been diagnosed with a title I can’t even share it is so difficult to hear. And I know it is tearing him apart. He needed to face the situation or wilt under the hidden problem. I so appreciate the risk he took and it has cost him dearly. Unfortunately people don’t rise to the occasion of helping but so often distance themselves from the person struggling.
Many times I just got in my car and drove to his home or the hospital that had admitted him. The long drive both to and from allowed me to think through the experience.
So while I applaud his decision to take on his mental illness we have been to the depths of emotional despair and it is exhausting for all of us.
Through all this he has been able to maintain his faith but I have to be honest if I was personally struggling like he is I might have to let my faith go. The best I can do with this, and I am actually quite happy with, is to see God’s presence in all of this. There doesn’t seem to be some kind of silver bullet but God is still faithful as this world kicks us around.
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