I Am a Mother
I am the mother who some days would like to be someone entirely different.
I am the mother of a teen daughter who suffers with a severe depressive disorder.
I am the mother of a teen son with Aspergers who molested his sister.
I am the mother who tries to understand what went wrong, all those years ago.
I am the mother who cries most days as she tries to help her daughter, and understand her son, and bring back the part that died inside.
I am the mother who has to save her daughter from herself, hide the razors, search her room and keep it all together.
I am the mother who finds the suicide notes, and has to find her daughter to keep her safe.
I am the mother who still loves the boy who everyone else sees as a monster.
I am the mother who does not know what else to do but keep living each day, one step at a time.
I am the mother who needs just one person to understand, that sometimes I have nothing left to give.
I am the mother who knows a sorrow that will never leave.
I am the mother who tries her best, and wants to wake up from this nightmare.
I am the mother whose heart has broken, and won’t ever be the same again.
I am the mother who continues to smile, and hides it all away.
I am the mother who just wants to go back in time and save them both, because, that will save us all.
Self protection postscript: I understand this subject is emotive. I understand I have put it out here. I understand that everyone has opinions. However I will delete negative inflammatory comments as I am not strong enough to deal with them. Both my children are receiving the help they need...it’s me who is not.
I am the mother of a teen daughter who suffers with a severe depressive disorder.
I am the mother of a teen son with Aspergers who molested his sister.
I am the mother who tries to understand what went wrong, all those years ago.
I am the mother who cries most days as she tries to help her daughter, and understand her son, and bring back the part that died inside.
I am the mother who has to save her daughter from herself, hide the razors, search her room and keep it all together.
I am the mother who finds the suicide notes, and has to find her daughter to keep her safe.
I am the mother who still loves the boy who everyone else sees as a monster.
I am the mother who does not know what else to do but keep living each day, one step at a time.
I am the mother who needs just one person to understand, that sometimes I have nothing left to give.
I am the mother who knows a sorrow that will never leave.
I am the mother who tries her best, and wants to wake up from this nightmare.
I am the mother whose heart has broken, and won’t ever be the same again.
I am the mother who continues to smile, and hides it all away.
I am the mother who just wants to go back in time and save them both, because, that will save us all.
Self protection postsc
Age:
36-40
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Female
