Impaired Imprisoned Innocent (Speak Thy Grief)

Reading again this selection, from three previous journals, mainly in Ellas own words, reminds me how long she has been suffering, from being institutionalised by social services. It also reminds me how much I kept trying to get this fact over to the authorities. I plead with them to free my mother to go to her home, she worked for, with the son she loves, and loves her.

From: 22 July 2020.
… I’ve forgotten where you are. (I give my mothers address. About getting her there:)
It’s going to be too late. I’ll be gone.
That’s my fear.
I know it so well. I keep it out of my mind. It’s just depressing, that’s all. And I’ve had plenty of that.
I know.
… I think I better ring off, there’s a big crowd gathering round....So I’ll say: I’ll love you and leave you, till you ring me again. I love you, darling. God bless you, and I love you so much. Bye-bye…