Moment of Reflection

Prologue

8/9/16

First day back home from St. Alice's and things seem to be just like they were before. Of course, my mother doesn't give a fuck about me. All she seemed to care about was the fact I was rewatching my favorite T.V series; I thought maybe just once her hug would be meaningful and go figure it wasn't.

Honestly, if it weren't for dad and Audrey, I wouldn't have called 911 after I had overdosed and slit my wrists. Knowing I have them by my side with their support though helps me a lot.

Ever since I was diagnosed at the age of 8 with anxiety, my mother began to despise me. She wasn't anything like she was before she found out. It only got worse when I was diagnosed at the age of 12 with chronic depression. Unlike my father, she didn't seem to want anything to do with me after my first diagnosis.

I don't know what I would do without my dad.

Thankfully, I know I am better than my workaholic, judgmental, poor excuse of a mother and I have the support I need. I really am done with her bullshit. I really want to just come out and tell her exactly how I feel. Honestly, I couldn't give two shits if she and dad divorced. Just as long as he had full custody.

On the plus side of things, I am home and that's all that matters. Audrey wants me to spend the weekend with her, dad said he will give me some money to go shopping... but I also have plenty from working. Other than my mother, I am happy to be back home.

~Daisy