This afternoon, a friend brought a framed picture of my son and we put it on the mantlepiece with a little candle in front of it. Suddenly, it became a reality that he has passed. I dip in and out of this reality all day long. The moments when it is very real are the most painful!

It has been a very tiring day! I feel absolutely drained and exhausted.

More so because all my fears about the inadequate management of my son’s condition are being confirmed. Another psychiatrist friend who visited today seemed to think that in his condition he should have been hospitalised. He was not even under the care of the Community Mental Health team! How appalling is that! My head is just reeling ………