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In a candid and sometimes raw chronicling of her coming-of-age journey as her mother struggled with mental illness, Riggs intertwines scripture with her mother’s experiences and her own as both learned lessons while facing a variety of challenges. Her stories detail her relationships with her sisters, her mother’s steadfast faith in God as she faced multiple hospitalizations, her first love as they searched to find their place within a chaotic world, and her ultimate acceptance of her mother and all her beautiful imperfections as she valiantly struggled to attain mental wellness until the day she died.
Towards Home is a daughter’s story of her journey through childhood and womanhood as she and her family relied on their faith to support her mother’s struggles with mental illness.
Joy Graham Riggs
Joy Graham Riggs lives in a small town in East Texas. Since the recent death of her husband of fifty-four years, she has heeded the words of Socrates, “The unexamined life is not worth living”. She attempts to share some of her insight into mental illness through her life experiences and her career as an occupational therapist. In a world that, currently, seems to be rampant with mental illness and hate, faith is her weapon of choice.
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TOWARDS HOME - Joy Graham Riggs
TOWARDS
HOME
Joy Graham Riggs
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4741-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4740-2 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4836-2 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023911945
LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 09/01/2023
Contents
Introduction
I. The Beginning
II. Growing Up
III. The Day of Adversity
IV. It’s All About Me
V. Falling From Grace
VI. A Place of Healing
VII. Earthquakes
VIII. Haight-Ashbury or Finding Our Place in the World
IX. Finishing the Race
X. What I Think I Have Learned
Bibliography
TOWARD HOME
Our lives are planned like little ships
To meet the tides that come.
We set our sails to the winds that prevail
Then turn or ships toward home.
Oleta Galey Sykes Graham
(Cover photo)
Introduction
This book is primarily my mother’s story, but as with all of us, our parent’s story becomes our own. It is a story about mental illness, and like darkness enhancing the light, it is also a story about mental wellness, acceptance and trajectory. Where do we go from here?
It chronicles my mother’s seven years of intense struggle with delusions, paranoia, hospitalizations, shock treatments, surgery and then, what I feel ultimately helped. In reality, disability of any kind is a lifelong battle.
This is not a self-help book, but a GOD HELP! book. All this took place while my sisters and I were growing up, so it is told from the perspective of children, teenagers and adults.
Her struggles defined the lives of my father, my sisters and me. I would not want to relive it (which obviously I have chosen to do in writing this book), but I thank God for the lessons we learned, the depths we searched and the understanding we gained.
All the events in this story are true as far as my memory serves and therefore, not without holes which may have been filled in with whatever seemed true at the time.
There is sadness and joy and commonality here. I believe that we all become walking wounded in some sense, if we live long enough, and real life is always stranger and therefore more interesting than fiction.
I hope that this little book entertains as well as educates. I have enjoyed writing it and it has shown me that God has been with me all the time.
And His disciples asked Him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered, Neither has this man sinned nor his parents; but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
John 9: 2 (KJV)
I
The Beginning
Each of us is defined by the time and place we occupy at any given moment in our lives. No matter how insignificant we may believe ourselves to be, we are part of a ripple of cause and effect that determines events and shapes our lives and the lives of others. There are unseen forces that buffet us to and fro. How we choose to respond to these forces are the choices we must make. Some of us search for wisdom and direction from a creator that must exist. Others run without rhyme or reason, letting the flow take them where it will.
The assassination of Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand on June 18, 1914 was considered to be the catalyst for World War I. On June 24, 1917, American troops arrived in France to join the battle. On that same day in Corsicana, Texas my mother was born.
It was one hundred degrees and my grandmother had told her six-year-old daughter, Clearcy, that there was a golden ring behind the picture on the wall. If Clearcy would just fan her a little bit longer, my grandmother would get it for her when she could get out of bed.
My grandmother was dying from what was called child bed
or puerperal fever. Most births took place at home at that time. Sterilization was an issue, along with all the other myriad things that can go wrong as life is passed from one generation to the next. Antibiotics were not invented until 1930 and infections caused high fevers, which frequently led to death within hours or days of giving birth. She would linger in that heat from inside and outside of her body for eighteen days before she died.
I remember visiting my mother’s family one hot summer day when I was a little girl. We walked through the cemetery where my grandmother was buried and searched for her grave for what seemed like an eternity. I felt an unfamiliar sadness that was as oppressive as the heat and buzzing insects. The fact that she had died did not sadden me as much as the time it took for us to locate her grave. How could they have forgotten where she was laid? Her tombstone indicated that she was twenty-seven. Faithful to her trust even unto death
was inscribed above the dates February 28, 1890–July 13, 1917.
Attempting to keep her memory alive, I tried to picture in my mind what it must have been like for her. I remember the pale pink roses on the faded green paper that covered the walls in the room where she died. Thin white wires were stapled above the wide white baseboards. The wires bringing electricity would have been added long after the house was built and my grandmother could have benefited from the cooling relief that modern invention would have brought.
There were long, low windows and the beadboard covered ceilings always seemed so high to me. The exterior of the little house was painted a bright, clean white and it had a nice wide porch across the front. My grandfather was often sitting there in his rocker when we came up to visit him. He had outlived two wives by then and was alone.
He was always smiling and he had what my father called the gift of gab.
His white shirts and dark pants were always clean and pressed. I think it is easier to stay clean in that part of Texas where the dirt just blows off. We lived near Houston, where the frequent humidity seems to make dirt stick. Sometimes he wore a