My Schizophrenia Killed My Mother

In the depths of my tormented mind, schizophrenia's cruel grasp ensnared me, distorting reality and weaving delusions that ensnared my thoughts. Through the haze of madness, I believed my mother was plotting against me, her love tainted by sinister intent. In a moment of profound darkness, I succumbed to the whispers of my illness, lashing out in a desperate attempt to protect myself from the perceived threat. My actions, fueled by my fractured perception of reality, resulted in a tragic and irreversible outcome - the loss of my beloved mother. The guilt and remorse that consume me are a constant reminder of the devastating consequences of my illness, leaving me to grapple with the haunting reality that my own mind became the instrument of her demise.