It's hard

It's hard for me to tell you about my life looking back on those painful years.My mother was a drinker and my father......I never knew him ,he died when i was five and it never seem it to let go of my mother.I grew up in Florida with me mother Ann ,older brother Shane.He was the glue to our little family helped pull me mother away.But she always seem to float back to those dark place and it took weeks for her to pop her bubble but, it always blew back up.Me being the age today 14 I know ways.Ways to feel happy and knowing Shane was there with me helped alot .But I did not want to be like me mother or my father.I want to be me.I want to be someone who helps kids and teen who are or have been going though this stuff and never recover from it .
I was always the one who love people.