have had a hard time keeping up with my thoughts and being too tired to get them all out ….

I’ve always taken to the way of thinking one has control over their actions and just as well there’s a thin line between sanity and insanity.

It was strange as if in a hazy dream I have trouble remembering. It was hard to see her like that. She wouldn’t sleep, eat, take a bath. She would ramble and cry. Nothing making sense to her.

I remember the day my father called to tell me he was taking her to the hospital. It was a cold day in January the day of his birthday to be exact. She had been in a downward spiral for a few months. She had been unable to help with Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner that year and we tried to make sure they were extra nice.

In the picture that year she appeared to be a small and helpless bird. It wouldn’t be long after …… She would call, we would talk for hours me trying to get through and make some sense to her. She would be all right when we hung up only to start all over again the next day. My cell phone bill was outrageous.


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