The slayer is not well. I have little to say. She barely knew I was there when I stopped by to visit. She greeted me with an odd remark about a friend she has not seen in over a year. “She’s been saying that to everyone,” Jeanetted confided.
While I stayed with her, Jordan sat in her bed with her arms at her side. She kept staring up at the corner of the room with a crooked smile on her face. Whenever we asked how she was she simply said, “good.” Nothing else.
She has been off Depakote for three days but her mental state seems to be getting worse. It makes me very sad. I miss my girl.