Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Pills



She spills some on her palm, runs her finger through the little moving mound (a pretty shade of pastel blue) of her mother’s little helpers (“that don’t fucking help this fucking mother one miserable iota”).

She’s anxious still, all screwed up, the little pills don’t help at all, amongst other things she’s now  all screwed up about the stinging side effects, feels drunk without a drink.

If someone could get inside my head, they’d know, (she thinks) know how miserable, how screwed up I am, but no-one gives a damn about silly little me.

It’s true, her husband is tired of her/tired of it, she drags him down into her melancholy, he dreads every single day. The kids are sick of her, sick of being a mother to their mother, and wish she’d go away, be hospitalised, be normalised so they could be kids again.

She eyes the pills again, the pills she’s spilled upon her palm, gets anxious about the harm she’ll cause (if she takes every sodding one) of those she’ll leave behind.  She loves them still, her lovely hubs and kids, but knows they’d be better rid of her.

She finds herself suddenly strong. Even though a longing in her heart for all she loves, she cups her palm, swallows all (and other meds), doused down with her favoured alcohol.

She is confident she will sleep tonight – perhaps (she hopes) forever – and no doubt she will.  And those left behind will spill their tears, but (perhaps) will quietly be relieved…

Anna :o[


Inspired and written for Paul at dVerse, who asks us to write of medicine.

Working (as I did) with those problemed with mental ill-health, I know of the devastating affect this can have on the entire family, know that family members will/might become estranged from those experiencing mental ill-health, will ‘suffer’ almost as much as they.  It is a difficult problem. 

I have only ‘suffered’ with clinical depression once in my life, due to external factors that I could not change.  Once the situation was resolved (by others) it took some time to recover, be me again. 

Prior to this, in my late thirties, I began to experience severe PMS, something I did not believe existed until it (literally) dropped on me and the uncontrollable anger that came with this, because of it, was unstoppable.    When it ‘dropped’ I recognised it, explained to my family my friends and my patients that I was ‘like this’ because of it… and felt it right to inform, so they would know that my anger was remote from them, not their fault.

But I knew, they knew (by explanation), that it was transient –not their fault.  Some don’t have this luxury…

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8 comments:

Dwight L. Roth said...

The struggles one goes through to make sense of life at times makes them do drastic measures including checking out permanently. You stated it very well. Sometimes medicine does nothing to ease the pain.
Dwight

Frank Hubeny said...

Well described. This phrase stood out for me: "drunk without a drink."

Mary Hood said...

Mental illness is all around us. And often in us, intermittently) Suicide causes so many emotions, yes I am sure, relief is one of them, but then, survivors guilt can rise. You paint a vivid,accurate picture with your words.

said...

This is such a stab to the gut. Powerful writing.

Paul John Dear said...

Incredibly powerful medicine in your writing here. Such a realistic view of what can seem like an impossible situation. Well penned indeed.

Mish said...

A powerful piece. Thanks for sharing. The impact of mental illness is so often overlooked by those who have not experienced it or had family members who have. It is so sad that it is not always recognized and empathized with, in the same way that physical disorders are.

Sara McNulty said...

You describe the nightmare life can become accurately and powerfully. Emotional illness is an all encompassing situation. Sometimes it is difficult to find a way out of the maze.

Jenny Woolf said...

Mental ill health is so absolutely cruel. I have seen how it can ruin lives, and in some cases result in death, even though I do not work in that field myself.