My mom has needed psychiatric help for years and still refuses to acknowledge how serious things are. Tonight she got physical with my dad and tried to leave the house naked during an episode, and it was just… a lot. Moments like that don’t really leave you.
I feel like I’ve already accepted that I might lose her one way or another, whether that’s to drugs or her mental health. And somehow, it’s not getting easier to deal with. If anything, it’s getting harder as time goes on.
There are times I want to just cut her off until she gets the help she needs, because it’s exhausting and honestly overwhelming. But she doesn’t really have anyone else, and I have this constant fear that if I step away, she’ll end up dead. My sister already made that choice, and I get why she did, but I don’t know if I can.
It’s just a really shitty place to be in. Caring about someone who won’t help themselves, while also trying to not let it destroy you.