She is so sad.
Med changes.
She seems so lost.
And other times just fine.
I am a good actress she tells me.
Her Grandmother (who is aware of everything) said the other day that, “she reminds me of a wounded bird; hoping around favoring the side with the damaged wing”.
Will it mend? Am I making the right choices?
Will she fly again?
Will I?
Why?
Why?
Why are people cursed with tortured lives? Tortured within their own skulls? Was there a witch or Priest, an evil one… long ago that cursed our bloodline with sorrow and pain?
Where is all this mental illness coming from?
Has it always been here? In these massive proportions?
I grow tired.
Watching your child suffer in pain and madness ticks years off your life.
Tick… tick… tick…
Mothering a Cutter 