That's a lot to go through. I wish you all the best, especially Nathan. I'm happy he's got good people in his corner.
He was always a good kid. Smart, funny, generous. Amazing to watch on a dirt bike. But from the day he was born we knew something wasn't right. He screamed like he was being tortured for most of his infancy. He was in his 30s when doctors finally figured out he had a herniated esophagus. But by then he was self-medicating and the mood swings had started. He got clean 16 years ago before his daughter was born, but he started spiraling after our mom died in 2013. Marriage fell apart. Attempted suicide in 2015. And always the stomach problems. My sister - the Silicon Valley exec - assumed guardianship of him and got him on disability. He moved into Dad's basement and seemed to stabilize. Then about 2 years ago he seemed to start unraveling. It was like the therapeutic drugs for his bipolarity and anxiety stopped working.
Well, duh. When you mix Meth into the regime, and start freestyling benzodiazepines, the therapeutics don't work right. But like I said, he's smart. So he hid it well, until he fell and broke his collarbone. Beth was working out scheduling surgery for him. Blood was drawn. Whoops. Jig was up. Surgery was out of the question, said the doctor. He wouldn't survive it. Off to detox.
So now we're starting again.