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This isn’t the part I wanted to write. Honestly, I considered skipping it entirely and blaming “technical difficulties.” But I can’t tell you the whole story without telling you how we got here. Because up to this point, what you’ve read could be illustrated as dozens of fingers pointing at Eric. But that’s unfair. ItContinue reading “An Honest Hot Mess”

I parked the car in front of Virginia Beach General, turned to my brother, and said, “Well, here goes nothin’.” At least, that’s what I think I said. But as I’ve mentioned before—some details are lost. I don’t remember walking through the parking lot toward the hospital. I’m sure we passed a tree, and IContinue reading “Me or the Tree”

He simply said, “Okay.” While we waited for an appointment with a psychiatrist, we tried to return to normal, whatever that was. And today, I’m grateful God didn’t let that happen. Our “normal” had become something I never want to return to. Our new normal now included Eric traveling to Virginia for his growing businessContinue reading “10 Days – Part 2”

Trying to piece together the 10 days that led to having my husband committed feels impossible. Half of it is a blur. The other half? I wish I could forget. I know it was a span of ten days between his ER visit and the day he took another swan dive into Xanadu. Can IContinue reading “10 Days – Part 1”

Seriously…Why am I even doing this? As I sit here, trying to capture the thoughts swarming in my head like a bevy of gnats—memories, fears, questions—I feel the weight of everything I want to share. And the heaviest one? Doubt. If I write it all down and share it with the world, will it evenContinue reading “Why am I doing this??”

You know how when you are at the zoo, looking in at, let’s say the Asiatic Black Bear exhibit, and you think, “They are so dang cute. I would love to pet one, or lay down in the sun and nap with that one over there. That looks so…” …and then rational thinking sets inContinue reading “The Eric Handler”

It wasn’t unusual for my brother and his wife to visit. We hung out all the time, traveled together, and Dan and Eric even worked together.  So their late-night arrival wasn’t a surprise. We were always up for a good time—that was kind of our thing. But this? This wasn’t going to be one ofContinue reading “Eric’s Swan Dive – Part 2”

When my husband took a “swan dive into Xanadu,” as we lovingly call it these days 💦—well, you could call it a breakdown, but where’s the fun in that? And if you’re not laughing, you’re crying… am I right? Truth be told there’s very little on God’s Green Earth that I can’t find humor in.Continue reading “Eric’s Swan – Part 10”