Hi All
This story is about my eldest son. He is No1 between 6 boys and 3 girls. He is 24 years of age. I blame myself for his sickness. I pushed him to the edge, I did not know what zchesophrenia is. I thought he is using drugs. He was very tense I was very opressive. He started showing strange signs, like always scilent, deep thinking, loud laughing for no reason.. Suddnly, unexpectedly our relation was 360 degreed changed. He jumped to me asking for help. He expressed his fear of some “others” who will do harm to him. I took him to a scychiatric who prescribed his condition.
I wanted to die because I feelt that I am part of his problem. Life is not joyfull anymore. Whenever I steal happy sometimes and remember him these sometime resprocate suddenly. Is he going to be as before? is he going to be unbalanced for good? Is this possable? My beloved cute son is fealthy with long nails and very long hair and beared.
it is very strange how life can be decieving and unpredictable. I am turning to the one who never sleep, The one who change things by verbal order ALLAH ALMIGHTY.
