Always a bright spark at school she had a sense of humour that was razor sharp. Always with an answer for everything she was breathtakingly quick-witted. I can’t imagine how the child relates in any way to the person she seems to have developed into.
Now, incredibly unsure of herself, wary of everything and everybody, life seems to revolve around cigarettes interspersed with alcohol. Her sole reason for existing seems to be the manipulation of everybody who comes into contact with her.
The trouble began as she developed an extensive dependence on her Mother over many years, whenever a threat to her wellbeing appeared she would run for cover and counselling, from her Mother. A strong relationship developed between the two of them over many years and then dependence developed and became more pronounced as the years went by.
Two daughters were born, the eldest was almost taken into care, but was rescued by a caregiver, who became a stepmother and saw her through the difficult teenage years, and her schooling. The eldest child became a well settled, level-headed young lady, who left school and obtained a responsible job.
The youngest daughter was mainly raised by her Father, but a strong clinging relationship developed between the Mother and daughter.
Mother had experienced two full mental breakdowns and was hospitalised on both occasions, finally diagnosed with a bipolar illness, she was on strong medication for many years.
A long period of relative stability followed as the youngest daughter grew up. The Mother developed a routine life, of visiting her own Mother, the child's Grandmother, on a daily basis, the Grandmother was a strong influence on both of them at that time.
Tragedy struck swiftly, as the Grandmother died and left a huge gap in the lives of the two of them. The Mother remained well and stable, in spite of this huge traumatic event, but slowly she began to develop a strong relationship with her elder sister, and they began to spend a great deal of time with each other.
Her elder sister had been battling for years with a liver disease and was also on some very strong medication. Eventually the progression of her illness led to a liver transplant that was eventually fatal. The liver was finally rejected and she sadly passed away.
This was an absolute disaster, although at first it didn't seem to register with her as there were no visible effects at all. Slowly the realisation of her situation began to become clear, all of a sudden several occurrences in her behaviour led to her getting hospitalised once again, minus several of her possessions.
There were several further incidents with her daughter and a cash card, and their relationship began to slowly break down completely. Her ex-husband, the father of her daughter began to to take a hand in his daughter’s situation to ensure that she was able to continue to live in the flat, that the Mother and daughter had shared together. The daughter was desperately trying to obtain a place in a college of further education or a University to continue her studies.
She was discharged from hospital into a halfway house in the community, where after a few days, and some further altercations with her daughter, she became ill again.
Finally there was a further hospitalisation and this disjointed conversation ensued.
“I am here until March. I have my cash-card back and I am able to buy cigarettes. I was worried about going to the garage to get them. My ex-husband has organised a lawyer for me. I am worried about my sister's ashes. I want to know where they are going to interred. My cousin is away even though his Mother has just passed away. My half-brother is not my brother, I don’t want anything to do with him, not after the way he has treated me. The others are not related to me, they are Irish, I am English. I tried to contact Shane, but I was unable to get through to him, I used to be in love with Shayne. I remember my Grandad and my Grandma. In the countryside, I used to sit on my Grandads knee. He was a lovely man. I remember where we used to live in London and the people there. My Sister and my Mum are both dead and it happened so quickly, it has had an effect on me.
This is such a disjointed account of a series of incidents in her life. Of the highlights of her life, much discoloured and misty in many parts. I can only feel a sense of shock at the way the balance of her mind and her thinking is so far from the reality. I feel she has definitely slipped over the edge of reality. I have to say I am relieved she is now in the right place to get the treatment to enable her to overcome this sad period in her life.