Was at work today and going to the works diary for something & the date got me. 3 years ago today my sisters and I made the most difficult decisions in our life. We spent a whole day/night with mum whilst she was assessed prior to being sectioned. My beautiful, intelligent mum. calm, caring, intelligent, fun, great company, amazing mum, sparky, cheeky, all round amazing. Always the voice of reason, How did we get to this?
It was during lockdown. My/our decisions led to mum being sent to psychiatric wards for over 8 weeks with us unable to visit her. I can’t still accept what happened. I feel I know it needed to happen at the time but now I question things. My mum was alone when she needed us most. Yet they partied at number 10 while my mum was without her family, mentally ill, confused & in an alien environment. I could say more But whats the point.
Feel sad, so sad. I only saw mum after that when she was on palliative end of life at the hospital 3.5 months later. The nurses were amazing & helped us try to make up for so much time lost in a couple of short visits. I feel angry, I feel robbed of my my mum, I feel angry how mums illness destroyed our family. I miss my mum. I miss how life was.
It was during lockdown. My/our decisions led to mum being sent to psychiatric wards for over 8 weeks with us unable to visit her. I can’t still accept what happened. I feel I know it needed to happen at the time but now I question things. My mum was alone when she needed us most. Yet they partied at number 10 while my mum was without her family, mentally ill, confused & in an alien environment. I could say more But whats the point.
Feel sad, so sad. I only saw mum after that when she was on palliative end of life at the hospital 3.5 months later. The nurses were amazing & helped us try to make up for so much time lost in a couple of short visits. I feel angry, I feel robbed of my my mum, I feel angry how mums illness destroyed our family. I miss my mum. I miss how life was.