Nancy Bartholomew

A snippet from my day at the nursing home-

She is delusional and court-mandated to live in the nursing home after being found out on the streets. She hears God's voice, sometimes his voices and she is very suspicious- of everyone.  Sometimes the voices tell her the hidden agenda or meaning in the words of the person speaking to her.  Sometimes she can't tell the good voices from the bad, the truth from the lies.

Today she says "The doctor came to see me this morning. Is it true I must remain here always, until God calls me home?"

She is young and this is a hideous thought to contemplate.

"Is that really what he said?" I ask.

"I don't know," she says, slumping into a weary, resigned cocoon. "He said something wrapped inside something else."