Friday, April 21, 2006

Getting help

Emma was admitted to a psych hospital tonight.

Yesterday, my mom, grandma and I went to dinner and a movie with her. She acted so well - so grounded - so normal. So good that Mom and I discussed it when we got home.

Today was different.

Horrible, mostly. I called their house, unknowlingly, in the midst. What I heard was terrifying.

I wish I had more to write. Some sort of insightful observation. A declaration of hope.

But I'm just scared for her.


Stace said...

I hope all turns out for the best. Your in my prayers.

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