
So the good news. Max is fine. His doctors say it was an acute episode of psychosis. A little medication, some ongoing therapy, and the symptoms have minimized. He’s functional, back to where he was before the breakdown of New Year’s Eve. He’s living at home, looking for work, going back to school when he can.
The other news. He does not hold with our beliefs, is not sure what he himself believes. He wants to be good, wants to be trusted. We are finding our way, and appreciate the offers of support.
I honestly don’t know what to do now. Shame has no place in the complex dynamic of recovery and stability after something like Max has experienced, so we’re trying to delicately navigate the anger we’ve felt about some of his choices without making it more anxious for him. That’s the support side, I guess. I am resolutely terrified he’s going to drift the wrong way and make a mistake he won’t recover from next time.
So. Say hi to Max. He’s still the same good kid he was before. Still funny, kind, and sweet. We love him.