What’s your story? Tell me.
My mother is bipolar, depressed, and suicidal. She had an internet addiction and was admitted at the mental hospital with psychoses two times. Because of her depression she didn’t take good care of us. I had to do a lot on my own. She told me everything was my fault. If she attempted suicide, it would be my fault, ’cause I was driving her crazy. I was a bad child and couldn’t do anything right.
She was mad at me all the time. At that time I couldn’t love her, I was fulled with hatred.
The two times she was admitted to the psychiatric hospital, I was scared. She didn’t seem the same mom anymore. She went crazy. At that time I realized she was ill.
Now she’s doing great. I still think a lot about those shitty times. It is still hard to realize that I never had the love I needed as a child. I still think everything’s my fault very often, but I’m feeling a lot more loved right now.
Please let me hear your story. I want to help you. You’re not alone in this!