Fun fact about my mom is that she was bipolar manic depressive. She could manage on her own, but the demons inside her brain were nothing like I’ve ever seen. The doctor kept her on multiple medicines to make her happy. One of those was Effexor. She decided right before my 50th birthday trip with my girls that she wanted to be off Effexor and go back on Prozac. She was my mom, so I respected her wishes. I have been around a lot of crazy things in my life, but her coming off Effexor was worse than any drug addiction I have ever witnessed. I went on my trip and when I came back, we planned to go to Florida for Christmas. For whatever reason about 3 o’clock in the morning, the day before we were supposed to leave, mom fell down the stairs into her living room. She had some bruising on her back but no broken bones or anything like that. Now mind you, she was trying to come off her medication, and she fell down the stairs. I asked her if she would please let me take her to the doctor and she said no. I went downstairs to check on her. I said mom you need to go to the doctor. She said wait until after Christmas. Christmas comes and I tell her again. She said please let us just wait until after New Year’s. I went upstairs and I started to pray. I prayed for the right answer. I took her to Vanderbilt psychiatric ward because I thought it was the medication that was making her crazy. I thought that was the problem. We got there and they wanted to do an exam to make sure that she is ok since she did have an accident. We learned she had a brain bleed from the fall.