For my sister, suffering from Adult ADD
| In the
fragile condition of her mind; a chemical emotion rule. Distrust of what is real and what is not, the struggle of each day. It is not insane, but the toxic poison passed down in her mother’s womb. It is not mental, but it is biological; senders and receivers refusing to work. Each day she lives in panic of when these little workers run out of steam? How long before they mess up the addresses of where things should be delivered to? This broken-telephone phenomenon, something many kids live with today. Then we offer them cocaine like substance; so we can live with them. 5 Million Kids; with a pill in the hand, drugged by the parents they love. Reported cases: kids that crush it to be sniffed like cocaine; not enough to make us think! Though rare, reported side effects: Abnormal liver function, Cerebral arteritis, Leukopenia and (this is special) Death. As she faces each day, the strength barely enough, to refuse this treatment they found. She lives on a rollercoaster, a ride of no fun. So much laughter she has and so many tears, all in just one day. Is she defective, emotional or insane; not even understanding makes it go away? Will there be an answer for her to live a normal life? Could she find a partner, willing to stay with her through all her fits? Our lives are a breeze my friend, when you compare it with hers. But; in love I am here, with my own issues, a pillar I wish she would lean on. Each night I pray, “Lord, keep her strong; shelter her from these drugs.” But; how would I have to live, not knowing if my judgment I can trust? Would I remain sane when what I feel is unreal to everyone else? Broken, I say she’s not; merely different and difficult to understand. This brings me back to my major concern in life. Has mankind shred its responsibility to protect and care? How can money or the sport that entertains us be more important; than the life of just one human child? The quality of our existence is slipping a little each day; soon nothing left at all. I care about these children; 5 Million in the US alone. I care about these side affects; from Nausea to death, of pills administered in ignorance. We say we love; we do what everyone including ourselves expects. But, do we care; enough to read the pamphlet in the medication we give? |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |