It was a good day today, wrapping up a hectic but good week.
Ironically, nearly every idea on her discharge plan that she and a counselor came up with while she was in jail, was a flop:
residential treatment (either too expensive, or in one case, she was told she had too much clean time.....I knew you had to be clean to go in most of them - like fresh out of detox, but I didn't realize you could be too clean!),
mental health office visit (she's kind of enjoying the mania right now, and no longer in a hurry to get back on her meds....I could seriously bean that mental health staff person because I feel like we may have missed a good opportunity to get her back on her bipolar meds and that would have been helpful),
the MSI application (she may revisit that effort later - it wasn't a complete fail, there are just more convoluted steps to pursue, unless she manages to land a job with benefits!),
and food stamps application (sales conviction three years ago = no food stamps benefits)......
but she is moving on and trying not to get discouraged.
I guess not qualifying for food stamps comes under the heading of Consequences but I refrained from saying the "C" word. I like having my head on my shoulders, thank you very much. I heard her mention consequences herself, later, on the phone to a friend. It would have been a huge help if she could have gotten the food stamps for a few weeks, at least, but, oh well. She'll deal. We'll keep sharing what we can when we buy in bulk, and hopefully she'll be working soon.
This morning, she packed up everything she wanted to take to Agape House (sober home) and we drove over to meet with the house owner. I see why she loves it so much. There was a sign up, welcoming her back. The house owner greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told her how proud of her she was, for going into jail sober for her sentence, keeping faithful to her program, and making plans for coming right back to the house as soon as she got out. She's back in her old room. She is home.
I left and returned to our home to find that she had left it quite neat. Her old room is spotless and she left not one thing in the bathroom. There are a few boxes downstairs to stash in the garage for her. The phone has quit ringing. The silence is awfully noticable.
I worked all afternoon, and at her request, my best friend (her "auntie") and I joined her and her Boyfriend at The Crossing Church for the Lifelines recovery meeting. I think I would like to go back and also attend one of the women's small groups after the main meeting next time. They have several small women's meetings, each with different recovery focus. The main meeting was really upbeat and I enjoyed hearing the speaker discuss his insights on the 12th step. My best friend was particularly touched by a young woman who also spoke, interview style, during the main speaker's portion of the meeting. I am hoping she will come to another meeting with me in the future.
After the meeting, and after she and Boyfriend hung out and smoked with some friends, we dropped her off back at the sober home. I am so grateful for where my daughter is right now. When we picked her up, the girls were all home and they all introduced themselves and talked about how glad they were that she was back with them. She is comfortable, safe and sober. She already has several job possibilities and will be following up on those.
I'm going to focus on keeping myself out of her way, giving her the opportunity to discover just how well she can do on her own, watching her grow. Hope and prayers, love and wings, that's probably all I can/should contribute.
It was a good day.