Sometimes life sucker-punches you, and you lose a tooth or two.

I’ve wavered back and forth on whether or not I should write this post for a number of reasons. But I think, in the end, that to not admit we’re broken is akin to blaspheming the Holy Spirit. We’re humans, each and every last one of us. And someday (sooner rather than later), our bodies will betray us.

Now that I have that out of the way. . .

My brother has been suffering for quite some time under some fairly severe psychological pressures. None of us knew how severe until a few weeks ago, when we found him in his apartment. He’d suffered a full-blown psychotic break that landed in the ER, then a locked hospital ward for the past 17 days. Continue Reading