The start of the journey
When I thought about writing this blog. I wasn't sure what I wanted it to be. Did I want to record experiences, things that helped or sources of good supportive information. I think the reality is I wanted a place to get it out of my system. I wanted to write down our journey as we travel with our son on the road to recovery from OCD. It is a journey like none I've ever been on. There are so many false starts, dashed hopes, broken dreams. So many times I've cried myself to sleep, woken up crying, just found myself driving or at work crying. It's an exhausting, overwhelming journey and yet we carry on because there is no other option. I desperately want my son to recover as does he. I just have no idea how we are going to make that happen. I started writing this blog initially after we had our last appointment with Adult Mental Health Services. My son has recently transitioned from CAMHS, an experience best forgotten. I had so many hopes moving into the adult service,