FYI: Mental Health Day
For those unaware, I took yesterday off as a Mental Health day.
Reason being is simple. Since Wed morning, Kyle (my brother) has been admitted into the Pioneer Children's Mental Health Clinic down on 54th South. My Mom had found him hanging in his closet by a wire at about 0645, shortly after I had come home from work, she was trying to get him ready to go to school and had gotten into an argument with him over it. She headed back into her room to continue getting ready for work and then went back into his room to check on him shortly after that. She didn't see him in his room and happened to take a few steps in and look around, she found him in his closet hanging. He was still breathing, but his color had started to change. I didn't find out this happened until I get a call on my cell at about noon from the Jail Chief asking for my parents. I was confused thinking that they had gone into work that morning like usual, but walked upstairs to check anyway. I found them upstairs and that was when they told me what happened.
Yesterday was the first time I had managed to visit Kyle in the hospital. Visiting hours are between 1830 and 1930, which is why it took me so long to get to the theater to see 300, because I was on the phone with him. I've called him a few times, but actually seeing him for the first time since Wed was mentally and emotionally draining. He seemed to be in much better spirits from what my Mom told me, he was actually talking and actively working on a puzzle in his room. It was nice seeing him, but something was definately off about the whole experience. I was originally planning on going into work as usual last night but, by the time I got home I was so exhausted I really couldn't think straight. So I called in, and here I am the next day back to work, back to routine. But I can't help feel like something is broken in the world. Even though it is only the third month into the year, this has not been a good year and I'm losing hope that things will turn around.
Before you ask, no, I'm not going to cut this.
-J-
Reason being is simple. Since Wed morning, Kyle (my brother) has been admitted into the Pioneer Children's Mental Health Clinic down on 54th South. My Mom had found him hanging in his closet by a wire at about 0645, shortly after I had come home from work, she was trying to get him ready to go to school and had gotten into an argument with him over it. She headed back into her room to continue getting ready for work and then went back into his room to check on him shortly after that. She didn't see him in his room and happened to take a few steps in and look around, she found him in his closet hanging. He was still breathing, but his color had started to change. I didn't find out this happened until I get a call on my cell at about noon from the Jail Chief asking for my parents. I was confused thinking that they had gone into work that morning like usual, but walked upstairs to check anyway. I found them upstairs and that was when they told me what happened.
Yesterday was the first time I had managed to visit Kyle in the hospital. Visiting hours are between 1830 and 1930, which is why it took me so long to get to the theater to see 300, because I was on the phone with him. I've called him a few times, but actually seeing him for the first time since Wed was mentally and emotionally draining. He seemed to be in much better spirits from what my Mom told me, he was actually talking and actively working on a puzzle in his room. It was nice seeing him, but something was definately off about the whole experience. I was originally planning on going into work as usual last night but, by the time I got home I was so exhausted I really couldn't think straight. So I called in, and here I am the next day back to work, back to routine. But I can't help feel like something is broken in the world. Even though it is only the third month into the year, this has not been a good year and I'm losing hope that things will turn around.
Before you ask, no, I'm not going to cut this.
-J-