Dementia Stole My Rest

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Dementia Stole My Rest

How my mother was tormented and did not sleep.

Last night was worst than a roller coaster ride there was no twist or turn, just full steam ahead bursting through any obstacles in the way up and down from the bed to the floor crying out for people nobody knows who they are dementia would not let mother stop she kept going with supernatural strength and drive it was like who is this tireless person in search of people who do and do not exist cries out their name with much fear nothing calms the spirit but it has to run its course what a painful night and sight to see helpless and cannot stop this runaway train finally, the ride ends, and my mother falls asleep I am exhausted the next day, she remembers nothing I remember everything, and mentally am drained but must muster the strength to fight the fight I owe mother all I have to the very end it is not her that’s erratic but dementia within her.

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