I think the idea of a rest day is bizarre as all get out. There is no "rest" day for the parents of a missing child. Let me tell ya....every moment of every day you are pacing the floors, walking the sidewalks, calling someone on the phone, begging anyone who will listen to help you...anything you can do to find your child. I was almost mad with energy and exhaustion all at the same time. Over time, you feel yourself begin to detach...as if you are watching yourself from afar. This coping mechanism is natural and part of self-protection. Its surreal.
The anti-anxiety medication simply keeps you from being hysterical. I begged LE to camp out at my house...I asked to drive, call, search, plead...anything they could find for me to do, I wanted to do it. I retold every detail about my child that I could remember...every place we had been, every friend he had, every place he had spent the night, all of his teachers and classes and little hobbies. I pulled out all the pictures and awards and little hand prints....we took his room apart searching for any clue. There were no hours in the day...day and night all blended together.
Even now, years since the event, my heart races at the thought of those days. When hubby and I discuss it, we both get very animated with loud voices and tears and odd details that we still remember. If it gets on my mind, I still can't sleep....I have to get up and move around. Thank God for ambien.
Life is never the same again, even when your child is recovered. Even when they grow up...you still have residual challenges. There is the child and their issues....you and yours. And then your other children who are greatly effected. Every one is traumatized to some level. To this day, even now that the siblings are older, they call to check on us and each other throughout the day...between classes and jobs. When hubby and I are out, they call to check on us EVERY TIME they hear a siren. Our son who was missing has grown up and has somewhat removed himself from our lives even though we have sought every kind of help we can. We hear about him through a few contacts...but our whole relationship is complicated and painful.
Nothing is the same again...nothing.