Jack

When Jack was the before 7 he was a joyful, smiley, affectionate young boy. He loved drawing dinosaurs, reading, writing and could name every make and model of car that drove past. He use to read me bedtime stories most nights.

One day he said to my dad ‘something is going on in my brain and i dont like it’, with that he dramatically changed. He would pace around house at night, holding his head screaming, he would stand out in the snow naked and scream,