I wish I was able to remember my great grandmother. We share the same name and at a point I looked so much like her. She was so beautiful and had this lovely short curly red hair. She would wear button down shirts and blue bandannas, kind of like Rosey the Riveter. 


She used to make peanut and jelly sandwiches with actual peanut butter. she would bake banana bread and wrap everything in black garbage bags. She would write notes to herself about everything in her home and had garbage bags and garbage bags full of notes written in her own form of short hand so no one else could read them. While she was growing deeper and deeper into her schizophrenia I think my mother became scared...and possibly became afraid of her. That is why I want to go into psychiatry.