My brother came to visit in December. He spent his entire vacation attempting to clean up my mother's mess. No one would be surprised to find her house in a few years on an episode of "Hoarders," as it seems to get progressively worse, right alongside her mental illness.
My brother remained positive throughout the cleanup, as she was well behaved for much of the time. By the end, however, she could no longer contain her anxiety and ended up yelling at him to leave.
On his final day here, instead of enjoying his time with his parents, he spent his time searching for my mother's former psychiatrist, who she now refuses to see. He informed her that if she ever wanted to see or hear from him again, she would first need to take the medicine prescribed by her psychiatrist.
He left on New Year's Eve, yet my mother has no plans to seek treatment for her illness. She doesn't have an illness, of course, she claims, because "the Holy Spirit has given [her] a sound mind."
She says that medication is "for people that don't have God."
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