I wanted to tell him how much I loved him …(back to mental illness)


There were so many things I wanted to tell my son; how much I wanted him to get better, how much I loved him; that I was sorry I’d been unable to cure him and protect him the way a mother is supposed to do, but, schizophrenia was bigger than all of us. Most of all, I wanted to tell him how much I wished I’d been with him during his last impossibly difficult hours before he took the most onerous decision of his life, to leave this world.

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About Jill

Author of books and articles on support and experiences of living with a mentally ill family member. My aim in blogging is to let others see how a loving family, with a father and husband who is able to give unconditional love, can help the family cope. Many call me the blogging grandma.'

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