Whenever she has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital in the past, I initially think I will get so much done while she is there, but that never has happened. Instead, I enter this zombie mode, numb with exhaustion from events leading up to the hospitalization and grief that her life is so unfairly hard. I don't become energized and industrious, but walk around in a fog. I really hope that I can snap out of that this time because truly I have so much to do. We need to paint our house, organize, fix the flowerbeds, and everything else that needs doing to put our house on the market. We want to be in a new school system by September 1st, even if that means a contingency contract.
I remarked to her today that she may not be coming back to this house that we have lived in for six years now, and how did she feel about that. She didn't really say that she would be sad,but seemed ok with it, considering how small her room is, and how messed up some of the relationships with our neighbors have been. I hope to be able to surprise her with a room painted in her favorite color with new bedding--a fresh start.
I bought her a journal today to give her as a present tomorrow at her last family dinner for many months. I am making her favorite meal and she wants cherry pie. I think we will be quite sad tomorrow night. I can feel my heart going in that direction. I insisted that Elizabeth, her older sister, be there at the dinner, even though I know that being with Caroline is that last thing she wants to do. Too bad, this is important.
One thing I have definitely felt is this slow relaxation of my whole self, slowly, starting in my head and spreading out to every part of my being in the last two weeks. I think it is because the responsibility of schooling her has been lifted off of my shoulders, we know she is going to be getting great help, and so I have been so much less stressed out from 8 to 3, just going about my business and letting her relax too. I have been in this straight jacket of stress for so long, that now that I feel it coming loose, I have a new peace in my soul I haven't felt in years. A taste of normal, maybe? I'll take normal daily stressors, like homework, and laundry, and bills, anytime over bipolar rages, or running away, or trying to bandage up a wounded soul.