Ken
After I told my mother I felt I needed therapy, she laughed and said "DUH!"
After I told my mother I felt I needed therapy, she laughed and said "DUH!"
When I decided to be a writer as a child after falling in love with Sylvia Plath's poetry, I never counted on being in the same mental institution.
After he traveled to over 30 countries as a homeless self-proclaimed prophet-of-God, he thought back to when his paranioa was confirmed: back when he caught his wife hiding his medication in his food.
I never thought at 24 I'd have to move 3000 miles, share an air mattress with my brother, have my car repossessed, and have to file for bankruptcy because my husband decided suicide sounded like a better option than getting professional help.
After three years of Alzheimer's ravaging his mind, he looked at me, his 18 year old granddaughter, and asked, "Are you mad at me mommy?"
Without taking her eyes off the magazine my mother casually told me, "Ya know, your first grade teacher was sure you were retarded or something."
Am I bad person because when my schizophrenic brother (who believes he is Jesus) asked me how I thought it felt to die on the cross, I responded with, "Um, it hurt?"
Tonight I had to tell my youngest son to stay in his room with the door locked because his brother was in such a rage.