A sad state of affairs.

When do the mentally ill become incompetent? An interesting question, indeed. I ponder such. When thinking of my friend Julie. When she’s in the deepest of depression. When she takes to the wine bottle.  Certainly, there are moments. When Julie needs care. To protect Julie from herself. But there are moments of reasonable clarity, too. And maybe that’s even most of the time. I’m making a personal judgment. But I don’t have the final say. About Julie. Others are in a better position. To decide Julie’s fate. And everyone seems to be waiting. Waiting. Waiting for Julie to make the ultimate decision. When she already has. To not get well again. Yes, a sad state of affairs. --Jim Broede