All that Jaz

so the last five days have been really draining on me.  Late Friday night, after I had gone to bed, my son got depressed about missing his ex boyfriend, and decided to badly cut his arm to show it to his ex. His ex, in turn called the police.  I was awoken by a state trooper shining his flashlight in my eyes.  Long story short...They took him to the local hospital in an ambulance.  The problem being there are no juvenile behavioral health facilities in our county.  He had to wait for a bed to open up in a facility in another county.  That wouldn't have been so bad, however, the room that he was held in from early sat morning, till 7 last night, is only a few steps away from solitary confinement.  So a depressed teenager checks in and they hold him a room, with a bed and two plastic yard furniture chairs.  No one (counselor wise) talked to him after he was admitted.  It was torture going to visit him, as you can hear and see the pain and sadness he was experiencing. It absolutely broke my heart, that I am supposed to be protecting him and taking care of him, and I was helpless.  I spent a lot of time in tears the last few days.  He was finally transferred to a facility last night.  I talked to him today, and he sounds so much better.  I only hope he gets the help he needs, I hate seeing my baby boy in pain. Thanks to Bellona for checking in on me and letting me bitch about all this.