FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK.
The released my brother today. No meds. No place to stay. The let him walk out the fucking door. He has no place to stay. They told him to go to the homeless shelter which doesn't open for seven hours. He has no money.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?????
Ah, jesus, Cashmere. What the fucking fuck, indeed.
Oh Cash. I'm so sorry this is happening. I don't know what else to say.
Jesus, Cash. What the hell?
Apparently, he was able to convince the doctor that he was "stable" by acting appropriately. He refused all mental health treatment and meds.
I want to go fucking bash heads right now.
Oh Cashmere-- I am so sorry.
Holy FUCK, Cash. I don't even know what to say.
Man, Cashmere - that is just so wrong.
That's astounding, Cashmere. I'm so sorry.
I'm shaking, I'm so pissed off and upset. The social worker last night told me they wouldn't release him until they had him medicated. So much for promises.
I'm trying to track down all my family he might call for a ride to tell them to not respond and to tell him to go to the shelter. When he loses it again, they will put him right back into the hospital where the other social workers said they can start over and try to get him medicated.
Unless he hurts himself or someone else. Because as we well know, schizophrenia is a cop-out used as an excuse to get out of trouble.