My son has been going thru a rough patch. Yesterday morning was a bad one, with him shouting and cursing at the voices - even tho I think he knows it is not me speaking, he addresses me, which can be stressful!
He seemed to wind down and after a bit of a rest, he approached me and said, ‘I just keep thinking the same things over and over again, I can’t stop it! I can’t control the thoughts in my head - I think there is something wrong with my brain. I feel like I am a bear in a trap in a forest.’
Seems strange to feel so overjoyed about a son recognizing that he has a mental illness - but we know how hard it is to treat something that a person doesn’t think they have!
It is just a tiny step in the right direction, but it is a step.