When I was a little girl my mother was a pill addict and attempted to commit suicide multiple times. I remember finding her in the bathroom with her wrists cut open when I was around 8 and feeling something inside of me die. When I was 9 I attempted to cut my own wrists open with a knife. There was a time when my family functioned but now my mother was in and out of mental hospitals and my father was constantly working and taking care of her. I can remember my first time being in the mental hospital and actually being happy there because people […]