I always say God is GOOD! Lastnight I had a patient who I swear was me at 21yrs of age give or take a couple of things. Everything,especially feelings were so Immediate,Urgent,strong. She tried to kill herself. She has a 10month old. I had 2small kids by that age and didn't want to kill myself but I wanted to die. Why? B/c at such a young age I loved someone who didn't love me back,promised me the moon and the stars and didn't care about me. I had 2small kids who I faced the daunting task of raising by myself and ultimely I was scared.
While I didn't get her whole story during report just that she was a suicide attempt,I looked at this pretty young girl and wondered what at her age could be so devistating that she took a bottle full of pills and ended up on my unit? When she finally woke before my shift ended I washed her up,changed her and her bed and began to conversate b/c to be honest I was curious. When she started to talk I saw the picture emerge. And the story was a bit simular to mine. She was young,overwelmed by the decisions she had made. She wanted to go back to school and her parents wouldn't help her with the baby.
So I shared my story. I told her that by her age I had 2kids. A 2yrold and a infant. That sometimes parents had a way of trying to teach you a lesson. To just continue to try and do the right thing and they might come around. That I had to drag them around,work,get housing,go back to school for a little bit and that after their dad walked out on me that I had to pick up my life and that I did it. That life does go on, that it changes, it gets better,the kids get bigger,and before she knew it she would blink and her son would be 13 discussing books with her. And she would marvel at the ideas and the words coming from his mouth.*WInk*
She smiled and asked how old I was. I told her 31. Then I asked her what she wanted to do with her life? She said she wanted to go back to school. That she had been out for a semester already b/c she had no one to watch the baby. So I told her about some of the resources that I knew about when I was a young parent who had to do it by myself. And I think she felt better. But as I looked at her I remembered those moments and myself at that age. God was that me? Was my feelings that strong? That intense? I look back now and am glad to say that I can look back. Glad to say that I got over those moments,those intense feelings,glad I found my children more important and glad that I realized that they needed me as much as I needed them and that I had them.
Glad that 21 came and went or I would have missed sooo much acting on those emotions. In the end she was just a scared young girl who wanted to go back to school and she wanted to go home.Ahhh *sigh*:~) What were you like at 21? What was going on in your life at the time?



