You tried to break me and several times you succeeded.
If you have been following my blog for a while then you already know the story of the loss of my brothers. (If not you can read it here “trigger warning as it mentions murder/suicide”)
Mother’s Day will be here soon, so it has lots of people thinking about their mom. Thinking about what to get her to show that they appreciate her etc. It’s not really like that for me.
I was broken.
That there was no coming back up.
You’re a nobody.
Never will amount to anything.
You can’t do anything right.
You will never survive without me.
I wake up every morning and put on a smile, it’s something I’ve been doing for years. I may be smiling, but deep inside I’m struggling with my own inner turmoil.
After years I’m ready to talk about a certain part of my life that has affected me for many years. My parents were/are “addicted” to marijuana. I know most people will say that it’s not possible, because it is not addictive and those people would be right, but my parents are the expectation.
As December approaches, I have several things on my mind, but at the forefront is something that I almost never talk about.