What bittersweet allotment given me,
Who’s daughter suffers long in great demise.
What is this dark and monstrous entity,
That threatens to destroy this child I prize
What grievous horror grips a mother’s heart,
To see her baby slowly ebb away
What helplessness to watch her fall apart
While nothing can be done, but just to pray
None else do I possess, than to rely
Upon the Savior’s breast where pain is soothed
My Lord will surely squelch my grievous cries
And heal what’s been impossible to do
When everything is failed, we look to God
Why we don’t seek Him first? … I find quite odd
12 years ago my beautiful daughter was a fantastic wife and mother of a 4 year old, She was also in college studying to be a social worker. At the age of 22, things changed. She began to talk bizarre and do things that made no sense. She talked about being able to read people’s thoughts and voices were telling her she was a bad person and a pervert. She lost touch with reality and when she disappeared one day, her husband found her walking the streets, confused and out of it.
Since then, we’ve watched her spiral, despite the myriads of medications that did NOTHING for her - but make her sleep, be zombie-like or make no difference at all. Her symptoms break through - whether she’s on meds or not. They also try to prescribe her the same medications she previously took (that did not help), which were given new names. It’s as if our daughter, sister, friend and mother was high-jacked, and someone else took over.
It was if my beautiful, smart and sweet daughter died, and something took over her body. I want her back, I’m praying for a miracle.