Jenny.

Let start again.

Every time I start writing a blog I always have write it, anywhere from 3 to 4 times. For some weird reason my mind goes a million miles a minute and I have a hard time putting my thoughts in an orderly fashion in order to get my point across.

Today like most Saturdays I went to the bakery right around the corner of my apartment. Had a Danish and some tea.

The only difference was that my mom was with me, it different since I live on my own now. Its nice having her and my brother here and I am going to miss them once they leave, but it’s hard to share my living space with anyone other than my cat. Don’t get me wrong, I like their company, but not for an excessive time frame.

Anyways this isn’t the reason for today’s blog it actually has to do with a family friend.

Jenny. She has cervical dystonia. I wasn’t sure what that meant, I looked it up and I was intrigued with what I found. The thing that caught my eye the most was that it could cause depression and also psychotic episodes.

Now don’t freak out and say she is crazy or whatever because she is not. Jenny is sad. She is depressed but no one around her actually knows what is going on in her mind. I do. I was depressed along with the things. (We aren’t talking about me so I’m moving on) In a way I find it easy to be able to detect certain symptoms that lead to this disorder.

Now I believe that a lot of it has to do with her condition but there are many more factors that contribute to this.

Edgar Diaz is her husband. He is a good friend of the family and mine. I feel comfortable talking to him and even staying in his home.

I think he is a good husband; he has made bad mistakes that have influenced Jenny in a negative way. But then again who hasn’t.

About three years ago Jenny found an email that changed her life and the way she looked at her husband. He cheated on her. It happens all the time, so you are probably wondering why I am making such a big deal out of this. The thing is she hasn’t been herself since. I mean sometimes she looks like she is having fun, but I’m not sure if it’s just an act or if it is actually true.

All these ingredients have made this soup un edible. She is depressed. She has lost so much weight that she looks anorexic, she doesn’t realize that she looks that way.

This is the type of thing that makes me hate wedding and “marriages”.

Her husband hasn’t noticed that she is depressed, you learn to act like you are okay but you really aren’t. It makes me sad, I don’t understand why he doesn’t notice it.

I want to call and talk to him, but my mom has tried and failed and maybe even made things worst.

So what do I say if I call, what can I say to get his attention, I can’t sit here and do nothing. Depression leads to suicide. People only think that it’s in the worst-case scenarios, but it isn’t. It happens all the time, it’s just covered up because the family doesn’t want anyone to know, or they are homeless and no one knows about it.

When you get married and have the ceremony in a church the priest says in sickness and in health. Where is this now? Why say that if you don’t actually mean it. If you are going to get married think hard before, make sure you are aware of everything that comes with that. Acknowledge the fact that it’s more than just a wedding where you get to wear a nice dress and spend tons of money on a reception.

Is there anything that I can do? I’ve done research and I will attempt to get her to come to one of the inpatient programs I have looked at. Hopefully I will succeed if not, there is nothing left for me to do. But wait, to see if she ever gets better and hopefully not for the worst.