Here I look at her and my hands fall. Walking depression and persecution mania. In everything he sees and hears only the bad. And he does not hear half of what we say to her or my husband. About myself. "I'm terrible, nobody is friendly with me, no one likes me." Reminds my grandmother at 89 years old. "You want to poison me or take me to a nursing home, you're waiting for me to die to get my apartment." But my grandmother is old. And here – 12 years.