My brother was the only one who was different from us. Everyone in our house had wrong intentions about our mother. We always thought she was purposely behaving in a particular way, and it wasn't any disorder that she was suffering from. He was the one who never shouted at her. Who would never get manipulated by my stepmother, whereas I was the one who could be her puppet? Sometimes, I would harass my mom by hearing Stepmom's words. My brother always told me to treat her properly, but I never followed his words. He was fed up with the whole family.
He couldn't understand what to do to make us understand that she's mentally ill and that it's her behavior, not her purpose. One of our neighbors told him that if he really wants to do something, he should have faith in himself and do it. My brother asked my father whether we could restart her treatment. First, my father gave several reasons to avoid the situation. My brother somehow managed to make him agree to take her to the psychiatrist. We took her, and my brother started taking care of her. Still, I wouldn't care what he was doing. I would always hate him for loving her more than everyone else. I would think, Why the hell is he caring about her so much?
He started talking to her and tried to fulfill her little wishes. After some time observing him, I changed a little, but not totally. I would care for her little When I was in my final year, I learned through my studies that whatever she was doing was her unconscious mind. She wasn't active in her life or interested. I studied about schizophrenia, and I came to know her behavior and why she was behaving in a particular way.
So I started taking more care of her, but still not that much. I stopped abusing her totally. I realized whatever I was doing was a big mistake in my life. Is it necessary that only if my parents love me should I love them back? I was wrong in my many decisions. What if she didn't love me in the past? But that doesn't mean I should do the same. I was filled with guilt in my heart. I started taking care of her.First, when I was polite towards my stepmother, she always ill-treated me. Even though it wasn't my fault, she stopped talking to me. So I thought it'd be better to be rude than polite to her. I started being rude to her. I repeated the same things she did, but it didn't work.
Situations were getting worse than before. After some days, I tried to understand and be kind to her. I started seeing changes in her. I forgave everything that was in the past and moved on, but one thing I could never change nor will change was to call her "mom." . I don't know why, but I just couldn't do that, no matter how much she taunted me.Even seeing my kindness towards my mother. She was jealous, but slowly she was changing—not in the way she treated her well, but in the way she wouldn't harass her like before. If my brother weren't there in our lives, it would be worse today. Even without studying psychology, he had knowledge of human minds, and even without watching motivational videos, he was an inspiration to us who would always motivate, guide, support, and brighten us.
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Bitter Steps to better life
Non-FictionEveryone has a difficult stages in life, but here it was difficult in every step of life for her. The story describes how she encountered hardships at every phase of her life. Despite the difficulties, she showed incredible strength and resilience.
