Slow Death

Well it took a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think we are finally there.

Imminent visit to his brother was the final nail in the coffin; he can't possibly cope with family and communicating with me, we've seen that before.

So something had to give.

And the something was me.

I'm not surprised, or even that sorry. I know it might just be a delayed reaction thing.

Or it might just be a been there, done that, don't care thing.

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My only regret is that he has now (finally) last night come off anti-psychotics and started on lithium. Finally there might have been some improvement in his mood / condition / whatever. And he was finally going to get some kind of psychological assessment, and get some therapy. After six months of saying it was urgent and he was going to do something about it, it was finally going to happen.

But I won't be around to see it.

Maybe, eventually, it all just got too complex. I didn't want to be around for the unravelling. I don't know.

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I wouldn't be surprised if there are some final death throes.

Some dead things just don't know when to lie down.

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Given all the above, my own head-weather is surprisingly good.