fire drill

So why the aftermath house earlier? Because I really don't have the words. It was self-indulgent of me.

Physically, we are fine.

Mentally, not so much.

It is becoming more and more clear that there is something wrong with Eldest. Something of the she's not so stable variety.

Last weekend...as in the 17th-19th...I went home to a college reunion. Until about 9:30 p.m. on Saturday evening it was a lovely weekend. I was at a backyard BBQ enjoying myself when I got a text. It was from a good friend who said she was worried about Eldest's Facebook status. (Thanks S.J.C.B. You are a true friend.)

I logged onto Facebook on my phone, it said, "Eldest...needs to talk." It was getting coolish and the party was headed into drunkenness...and with only two beers in four hours, I was starting to find the collegial drunkenness unnecessary. So I headed to my parents' place. I called Eldest on the way home. She said she was upset because she'd run into Sasquatch Squared at the mall and he'd made her feel bad again. She assured me that she was fine. She wanted to talk to me but not over the phone. We'd talk when I got back on Sunday afternoon.

I talked to mom and dad, read and finally fell asleep.

At 2:00 in the morning the phone rang. That's never good. And my 70+ year-old parents certainly aren't up for it.

Eldest had texted an acquaintance that she felt suicidal. Then she stopped texting him. He called 911. He didn't know where we live. He didn't know our home number. I don't even want to think about how they found us.

Younger woke up to four policemen in our home yelling, "POLICE. Is anyone home?" Yes. Three people were home. Three people were fine. Well, at least physically fine.

It's pretty much been hell here ever since. I can't process it all yet. So I can't really talk about it.

I can, however, say this. The mental health system sucks balls.