Recently I was kindly invited to meet Annie and her family. Their warmth was evident from the outset, I felt humbled once again to meet such genuine, real people. Their home was a beautiful suburban home, full of colour, charm and memories. Having previously spoken with Annie I knew the current situation, but the reality and critically, the hardship I was about to encounter was difficult to gauge, even predict.
Annie herself has faced the implore-able task of dealing with some form of mental-illness from a very young age, and her diagnosis of Bi-polar once again came much later. It was evident that, behind this kind, sincere and ultimately loving mother, was not only a struggle for survival for herself, but also for her family, and her love and dedication to her sons could be described as unrivalled, again something which evoked empathy and admiration.
Annie has two sons, the elder of which, also struggling with an evidently genetic Bi-polar condition, currently resides in an adult Legal Institution, an unbearable, unimaginably terrifying place, especially for one so young, for one barely into adulthood. The details of which I shall not explore here, but as an objective onlooker, it was clear that he certainly shouldn’t be there, especially considering his own fight with his condition. My heart went out to him, and Annie, and all I will say is that I hope for all the family’s sake, that justice is served, and this young, extremely young, talented, artistic and passionate man will receive the outcome he and his family deserve. Nobody that young deserves to suffer for such trivial and petty reasons, especially one with a serious Mental-illness, and one with so much to offer the world, I am a huge advocate of reason and justice, especially when it comes to the young and vulnerable.
I was also fortunate enough to meet Annie’s younger son, again a charming, passionate, articulate, mature young man, with strides of talent and career ahead of him. He spoke in depth about his own view of the situation, and how it was growing up knowing not only that his brother was to be incarcerated, but coercively that he too may at some point feel the subjugation of a genetic disorder, I stress ‘may’.
There was so much love in this household, but unprecedented suffering on numerous levels, and yet there was an inspiring level of optimism from all involved, and all I can really say to that is:
‘Annie and family, keep fighting, justice will be served, there is happiness and good ahead of all of you, your spirit and unparalleled love will shine, your futures are uncertain, but from time to time I feel that supernatural air of fate, and in your case, fate will deliver truth, and more importantly, smiles.’
Keep fighting guys.There is always hope.