" I can get help. Mummy's treatments are rare now." Hyacinth was waiting for a bed in the psychiatric ward and reading brochures for psychiatric patients.

" Yes,rest assured, this is not the 60s, nor is it an episode of American Horror Story: Asylum, or One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." said Ginny.

"American,what dear?"

" Let me think of a better reference for you,Bedlam?"

" So different than what I remember before. But I have to face this, think about it work hard on such scary feelings and taboo issues."

" We do not want you to waste away," said Ginny.

Sheridan walked into the room, with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Mum, I'm willing to help you in your future and now. You can carry on."

" Sheridan, always so thoughtful."

" Mum, I wasn't always." He was much more selfish twenty years ago, but Hyacinth had enabled him and spoiled him.

" I've never been a burden, before," said Hyacinth.

" Mum, look at me. Listen to me, you are not a burden."

Hyacinth looked into her son's eyes and saw her late husband's eyes.

"I can't stop thinking of your father. It's going to be too much work. No future after the hospital."

" A different life is ok,Mum."

" Pitty, that's all widows get, pitty."

"Or empathy, love, and support," said Sheridan.

" Stupid safety plan. Made me feel like a child," Hyacinth wanted help, but didn't like what the professionals suggested for help.

" That was a good first step, Mum. You need some time in hospital, then your family and friends will help you at home."

Hyacinth sighed, this was just so much, but she just couldn't go home again, not yet. It was too painful.

" Now, Mum. You are going to to meet all sorts of people with different kinds of struggles. It may be hard for you, but remember, although you may see some thing you think are socially unacceptable, like what you saw your Dad with his dementia and PTSD, try to nonjudgmental and not patronizing."

" Oh Sheridan, what if they remind me of Mummy or Daddy?"

" It'll be alright,Mum."

Dr. Ward walked into the room.

" Have you found the brochures helpful,Mrs. Bucket?"

"It's an awful lot of information. So many things you could try. What if they don't work?"

" Your symptoms of depression should lessen a bit. The goal is to have you living in the community with support. You will be having a new treatment team when you leave the accident and emergency room. Your psychiatrist will be a good fit for you, I think. She's closer to your age and was my mentor when I doing my psych residency here."

" Another lady psychiatrist. You trust her?"

" Completely, Mrs Bucket."

" Dr. Ward, Mum doesn't value many people's opinions. I'm so glad she's valuing yours. You worked well with her," said Sheridan.

" Thank you, Sheridan. I wish you luck in your studies. You've gone back to school for the right thing."

" Thanks, Dr. Ward," replied Sheridan who was going back to school for psychology.

"Our chat was difficult this morning, Dr. you promise what you said about confidentiality?"

" Yes, unless you have plans to harm yourself or others."

" I see." Hyacinth looked down, still uncomfortable every time the topic came up.

" Is there anything else you want before going up to the psychiatric ward?," asked Dr. Ward.

" Tell my vicar I'm here, Sheridan."

" I will, Mum."

" Hyacinth, do you feel safe with a check in from staff every 15 minutes, now? There will be nothing in your room you can harm yourself with. I think you are ready for that now," said Dr. Ward.

" Yes, I don't feel like doing much besides laying down."

" Well in time, staff will be making sure you will be doing other things to help you recover."

" Oh,dear. I'll be busy won't l?" Hyacinth was still afraid of her future.

" They'll explain your schedule. Feel free to ask questions, that's a good thing."

" I used to talk all the time. Now, I'm so exhausted."

" That's very common with depression. You'll be learning about your symptoms," said Doctor Ward.

" Sheridan, do you think Jesus still loves me?"

" Oh yes, Mum. I still love you too."

They embraced each other and felt strength. Hyacinth thanked God that her only son wasn't abandoning her and began the journey to the psych ward, scared, but knowing she was loved.