No more disturbing obsessions.
He is politer nowadays.
He doesnt swear.
He often comes back home early.
He painted his shoes, which he had never tried, even once. I was delighted, happy like above the clouds.
Not until it had been only two days, he started to utter the same things in spite of the medical treatment which was thought the best.
Once more understood that it cant be helped, I am again down. I cant express the pain.
It isnt also so easy to add the medicine in his meal each time. That is why there are times that I cant do it properly. When this happens, everything turns out to be vice versa. He gets worse, aggressive, cruel, disorganised, persistent on his unreal thoughts…etc.