TigerLily
April 2nd, 2010, 01:36 PM
So I went to see my mother in hospital today. I usually don't, it's not easy for me, but today I did. I still don't really know why. Most of the time I don't get told whether she's admitted or not, or where she is, or anything really; they think it's best to keep these things secret from me for my own good.
But I went this afternoon, and now I'm so scared. As soon as I stepped in those disinfectant reeking corridors I was scared; I still don't know why. But then I saw her, she looked terrible.. her arms are black and blue, and I'm sure she's been cutting again. She looked tired and at like a decade older than her real age; she looked fucked up.
I quicky looked around her room and saw a piece of paper with her scrawled handwriting; I tried to read but she stood in the way. I knew it meant something, deep down this is just the same thing repeated over and over as far as I can remember, so I lied about using her bathroom after the rest of them starting walking out of the ward, then after they were out of eyeshot I read her fucking suicide note.
I could recite every word here, but I don't want to. I must have read at least 20 or so drafts of the same thing over the years, but it's still too hard. She said her marriage was over and her children weren't hers, so all she had left was her God. And that she should just be with Him, because she had nothing left here. She didn't even mention any names besides her psychiatrist.. "I hope I succeed or Fiona will be disappointed". It was barely half a page, pretty much illiterate, and I can't get it out of my mind, I've only just got back from the fucking and it's just on repeat; over and over and over again. I guess it's why I'm writing this; just to try and make some bloody sense of it all.
I don't know if she wrote it before getting admitted, or five minutes before we arrived. I don't know if she's going to attempt again, she's done it dozens of times in the past.. and even though I keep getting told it'll never happen, it would have happened by now, I can't get out of my head that if she did, I'd be her murderer. And what's stopping her trying right now? And even if she doesn't mean to die.. there's still the risk. It's logical, right? If you try that many times, you've got to fuck it up once.
And it's Good Friday right? This woman is fucking insanely religious..
I'm scared she'll try and imitate her fucking God.
I need to get out of here, I just keep blasting music and trying to drain her out of my mind; I don't know what to do. The scariest thing is, she acts so damn normal when I saw her.. I don't even know what to think anymore.
I'm fucking petrified; I'm scared of losing her by the morning.
Because she wouldn't fucking come back to life by Sunday, would she?
I need to get away, I couldn't give less of a fuck that it's pissing it down outside; I need to run. I need to be held even more.
I just want this to pass, because its the waiting that's the hardest. I tell myself she's just bullshitting like she has before, that it's all the drama, every other little supposed 'reassurance' they gave me when I was younger..
I'm not crying, I'm just numb. Even reading the fucking thing, I was numb. Maybe this makes me even more cold-hearted than I thought; fuck knows.
I'd be her murderer..
Ffs.
But I went this afternoon, and now I'm so scared. As soon as I stepped in those disinfectant reeking corridors I was scared; I still don't know why. But then I saw her, she looked terrible.. her arms are black and blue, and I'm sure she's been cutting again. She looked tired and at like a decade older than her real age; she looked fucked up.
I quicky looked around her room and saw a piece of paper with her scrawled handwriting; I tried to read but she stood in the way. I knew it meant something, deep down this is just the same thing repeated over and over as far as I can remember, so I lied about using her bathroom after the rest of them starting walking out of the ward, then after they were out of eyeshot I read her fucking suicide note.
I could recite every word here, but I don't want to. I must have read at least 20 or so drafts of the same thing over the years, but it's still too hard. She said her marriage was over and her children weren't hers, so all she had left was her God. And that she should just be with Him, because she had nothing left here. She didn't even mention any names besides her psychiatrist.. "I hope I succeed or Fiona will be disappointed". It was barely half a page, pretty much illiterate, and I can't get it out of my mind, I've only just got back from the fucking and it's just on repeat; over and over and over again. I guess it's why I'm writing this; just to try and make some bloody sense of it all.
I don't know if she wrote it before getting admitted, or five minutes before we arrived. I don't know if she's going to attempt again, she's done it dozens of times in the past.. and even though I keep getting told it'll never happen, it would have happened by now, I can't get out of my head that if she did, I'd be her murderer. And what's stopping her trying right now? And even if she doesn't mean to die.. there's still the risk. It's logical, right? If you try that many times, you've got to fuck it up once.
And it's Good Friday right? This woman is fucking insanely religious..
I'm scared she'll try and imitate her fucking God.
I need to get out of here, I just keep blasting music and trying to drain her out of my mind; I don't know what to do. The scariest thing is, she acts so damn normal when I saw her.. I don't even know what to think anymore.
I'm fucking petrified; I'm scared of losing her by the morning.
Because she wouldn't fucking come back to life by Sunday, would she?
I need to get away, I couldn't give less of a fuck that it's pissing it down outside; I need to run. I need to be held even more.
I just want this to pass, because its the waiting that's the hardest. I tell myself she's just bullshitting like she has before, that it's all the drama, every other little supposed 'reassurance' they gave me when I was younger..
I'm not crying, I'm just numb. Even reading the fucking thing, I was numb. Maybe this makes me even more cold-hearted than I thought; fuck knows.
I'd be her murderer..
Ffs.