Dear Betsy,
I am doing better but I fell last night at 4:30. I lost my balance and crashed on the corner of a chair with my chest. I have to have a chest x-ray because it hurts to laugh or cough. I got a good breakfast today. We all get along together. We eat in the dining room, and watch TV. I am going to start some crafts. I saw someone made a little train so I thought I'd make one for Markel. I am still depressed inside but I want to get better. I wish I could live in VA. I need to be around you all. I need a lot of support. I have had a lot of losses in a short time. I never figured I'd have a nervous breakdown. I am in locked doors. I like it. I am leaving better and understanding more. We get a lot of counselling. I hope you can be proud of me for doing this. I wish Sandy and I had talked before I came.
Grandma and Grandpa came for a meeting last night. They were nicer. Maybe they'll understand some day. They are moving and probably won't come tonight. I called Father Brown from St. Andrews Church (Episcopal). He is my friend and is coming to see me today. I hope. He'll bring communion. I think part of my problem (a big part) is Mormon church. It changed me. I don't know my religion right now. I haven't been to church since Bob died. They plan to put me in grieving programs after I get out (support groups). I really miss Bob. He and I shared so many feelings and both of us being handicapped. I really loved him so much and now he is gone. Life has to go on. I live alone and that could be a problem. I need to get out more and do things. I am on new drugs here plus Lithium for depression. I don't feel sad any more but I know I am depressed.
So how are you doing? I had to describe you to everyone here (social worker, therapist, etc) I said Betsy is vivacious, lovely, bubbly, and lovable, Betsy. I do love you so much.
I will close now and hope I can get someone to mail your letter. I love you. I'll get better. I am sure.
Love,
Mom
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