BLC: Your Honor, I had to kill her. She’d gone off her antipsychotic, despite my warnings as an experienced bipolar and my brother’s warnings as a pharmaceutical consultant and researcher, lied to us about finding a new shrink to replace the old one, and was just generally being so obnoxious and irresponsible, despite her Ph.D., that I had to kill her. It was just easier than traveling out from Boston again and again.
Judge: You said she told you that God made her lie?
BLC: Yes, Your Honor.
Judge: You can go. Pick up your community service award at the clerk’s office.
Sigh. Posting here and commenting at your blogs (and I was already behind) may be light for a bit. Just another manic mom-day. I won’t really kill her, but I am furious despite knowing that she can’t be reasoned with until she’s stabilized. I’m siccing the Department of Mental Health on her. Three frank manic episodes with psychotic, delusional, and now, New and Improved Paranoid Features, in less than a year, is two too many.