My Mother: Ramona Lisa

I could go on about a lot of things in life. How its great. How its unfair. But then would I be living? My mother Ramona Lisa is one of the most beautiful people in the world. She truly is. See, my mother has been sick for a long time. I never told people. Not because I was/am ashamed because I'm not. I never told them because I never wanted the pity that inevitably comes from a story like mine. Shapel is going to make it and she is bound to do things great because I have a natural love for the people. I love my mother a whole lot. Since I'm doing this blog as a sort of healing and truth seeking thing I've decided to share a lot about my life. Maybe it can help someone else or maybe it can better me. Who Knows.

Back to my mother...

My mother was a Dental Hygenist and she had me at the age of 26. My mother had been sick since her late teenage, early adulthood years. After having me and having her mother die when I was 2 years old led her into a deep deep depression. Although she got out of it..she never really recovered. My mother raised me up until I was about 6 or 7 years old although my family especailly my great-grandmother and cousin Fatima were always in the picture. On my birthday when I was ten years old my mother's sickness kicked in full time. Someone saw and since that day my mother has been in the ever so loving American Government system care.

I have seen this beautiful person cry,scream,get angry,laugh uncontrollably,yell, be afraid of everyone,etc. America has drugged my mother. I have seen my mother have a glazed stare and can't feed herself...and let the food slide from her lips to her chin and then onto her shirt. *These are some of the effects of a person suffering mentally and having manic depression.*


It has changed me..a lot.

I don't like hospitals, I don't like doctors, I don't like
medicine.

I always feel responsible and I promised that when I get situated and get a home and some money I would take my mother out of their care and get her some true help. People do not understand that the food you give a person also affects their pt overall health and they do not understand that those white powedered crack pills are simply cover-ups of the real problem at hand. My mother needs some one to talk to and she needs to go on a specific diet to reverse the illness. But no one hears me...I guess I'll have to wait until I can make them listen...I just hope and pray its not too late.