I Am Different Since My Mother Died
My mom died on March 22....I am still numb. I think I'm in survival mode. I hadn't seen her for over 2 years because of her crack addiction, untreated mental illness and way of life. The day after the police came to my home, I went out to go through the room she rented in the worst part of Vancouver. I've never seen anything like it....blood, urine, garbage....my mother would have never lived that way. But she stopped being my mother years and years ago. I have much to say...but don't know how to let it out just yet. I believe this website will help me to grieve and heal. Celeste is dead. She is never coming back. She wouldn't let me help her and I've been self destructing for years out of guilt for not being able to "save" her. Maybe now, I will finally be able to let go.....