Within the complex structure of British Columbia’s mental health care system, one person’s experience epitomizes its flaws and, sadly, the serious outcomes that result. His name is Mr. Chandis Adam Strehlen, but many knew him simply as Adam Sun.
Mr. Adam Strehlen playing the guitar
Adam’s story speaks volumes about the complexities and shortcomings of mental health care in the province. At the tender age of 17, he traveled from Vancouver to New Mexico to visit his father. However, upon his return, a haunting transformation began to unfold before the eyes of his loved ones.
His mother, Angel Strehlen, vividly recalls the signs of his descent into the grips of schizophrenia. The vibrant, self-taught musician and artist suddenly became a shell of his former self. He lost the ability to maintain eye contact, his posture shifted, and sleep became an elusive luxury. His mind, once a sanctuary of creativity, now seemed consumed by paranoia and delusion.
The journey through the labyrinthine corridors of mental health care proved to be a Herculean task for both Adam and his family. Countless visits to emergency rooms yielded little more than accusations of drug abuse. It took a staggering two years before a diagnosis of schizophrenia was finally reached. But even with a diagnosis in hand, navigating the system remained a Sisyphean ordeal.
Adam’s mother, herself a mental health support worker, found herself entangled in a web of bureaucracy and indifference. The forms to access care seemed designed to confound rather than assist. In her son’s paranoid state, even the simplest tasks became monumental challenges. It took a year of patient persuasion to convince him to trust her to fill out the necessary paperwork on his behalf.
But amidst the despair, there was a glimmer of hope. In November, Adam was finally placed in supportive housing on Powell Street. For a brief moment, it seemed as though the system had not completely failed him. Yet, tragically, this flicker of hope was extinguished far too soon.
“During that period, I held the job mentioned earlier, working 16 hours a day, six days a week. Meanwhile, my daughter grappled with opioid addiction, and I was the sole support for my adult children. While I felt immense relief upon securing housing for my son, I grew concerned as it was the only option available in the DTES. Aware that my son used marijuana and tobacco, and had experimented with harder drugs, I relied on acquaintances in the DTES to keep an eye on him. It wasn’t until around 2018 that I discovered his methamphetamine use.”, said Angel Strehlen.
From 2015 until November 17, 2023, Adam maintained frequent contact with his mother, visiting her twice to seven times weekly and calling her nearly daily. His mother, deeply concerned for his well-being, made regular trips to see him in the Downtown Eastside (DTES) whenever her schedule allowed. She made deliberate efforts to stay in touch with the staff at the supportive housing facility, encouraging them to reach out whenever assistance was needed or if any issues arose regarding her son. Despite her persistent requests for aid in obtaining a bus pass and identification for Adam, these pleas often went unanswered.
By 2020, his mother’s worries escalated as she observed signs that Adam wasn’t receiving adequate care. Restricted access due to lockdown measures left her unable to monitor his situation closely. Despite Adam’s distressing condition, walking long distances in inclement weather and exhibiting signs of neglect, his mother continued to provide him with basic necessities such as clothing, food, and medical attention. She even attempted to arrange a meeting with staff at the supportive housing site but encountered confusion and a lack of communication upon arrival.
Regrettably, her worst fears came true on November 18, 2023, when she learned of Adam’s passing. Shockingly, he was the second resident to die at the facility that week. The promises of “supporting recovery” and “connecting with the community” on the MPA website seemed empty in light of Adam’s tragic fate. Despite his gentle nature and longing for belonging, Adam was neglected and sidelined by a system that failed to give him the care he needed. She suspects foul play, suggesting Adam’s death might be due to fentanyl poisoning, common in the Downtown Eastside.
Even if his death wasn’t malicious, it was undoubtedly caused by neglect. Adam’s health declined alarmingly during his time at the supportive housing facility. Once vibrant and passionate about music and art, he became a mere shadow of himself. His possessions disappeared, his health worsened, and his spirit faded under the care system’s neglect.
One of Adam’s artworks
His mother’s letter to us is a damning indictment of the failures of the system. Despite her decades of healthcare experience and tireless advocacy on behalf of her son, she found herself stonewalled at every turn. Calls for assistance went unanswered, promises of care went unfulfilled, and in the end, her son paid the ultimate price.
Adam’s story is a sobering reminder of the human cost of bureaucratic indifference and systemic neglect. Behind every statistic and every policy debate lies a human being, with hopes and dreams, fears and vulnerabilities. Until we confront the shortcomings of our mental health care system head-on, there will be more lives lost, more families shattered, and more dreams left unfulfilled. Adam deserved better, and so do all those who continue to suffer in silence, lost in the cracks of a broken system.
