She was naked

As I walked down through the drug smelling corridors of the facility at 7:30am, I set my eyes on her.she was sitting next to the huge facility bin.

She was looking helpless and trying to find what to eat, she was hungry and it was evident on her face. Besides that, something was so different from her.
The most striking point about her was her being naked and a tearing face.

Surrounded by a number of people, everyone minding their business. Some cooking for their patients and others washing dishes. No one bothered about her.

With deep compassion, I looked at her , in that very moment wondered what I should do. Seriously i knew and felt it that i should something.
Perhaps anyone who knew me and what I do should have expected me to know what to do.

” for crying out loud you work with the mental health unit.”

Truth to be told, i didn’t know what to do at that point of picking up a naked female and taking her to where she was to find help. However, I knew that if I don’t stretch out my hand towards her and offer my help, no one was going to.

With lots of thoughts in my mind, I decided to reach out my hand to her and asked her if she would go with me? With no answer of yes or no, she didn’t stop me from taking her hand as I asked her to follow me. With tears rolling down her cheeks ,we walked side by side.

She was struggling to tell me something but nothing was coming out of her lips.

At this point, everyone who was minding their business earlier was busying looking at the two of us. Perhaps wondering what I was doing and why I was concerned about someone who is mad?

In my mind I was very determined and strong about my action. I was not ready to change from my action but only to see her out of that place.

If there was anything on my mind this was it “this should be a mother and no one would wish to see a mother in this state.” As we walked towards the mental unit , I kept on believing that all will be well.

No sooner had we got into the unit than we were given a piece of clothing to put around her. She was made to rest on a small smelly mattress on the floor for there were no beds. The ward was full to capacity.

Now this was another challenging phase we had started. This one includes a patient with no care taker and no information can be obtained snice patient doesn’t talk. “So what is her name? How did she get here? Where did she come from?”

I mean the naked woman asked the nurse….. From that point her identify had turned to be known as the naked woman.

……To be continued…..