It isn’t a coincidence that this next story is being published near Mother’s Day. It is one that is near and dear to my heart, this is a subject matter like menopause, one that is whispered about behind closed doors.
We do hope that you will be engaged, encouraged and empowered to learn more about mental illness. Thank you Aleka (aka my cousin) for sharing, you are a Woman of Excellence.
A mother and daughter’s bond is supposed to be unbreakable, but when mental illness plays a part, the relationship becomes difficult.
I was around 5 years old when I began noticing something different about her. The illness had immobilized her comprehension, that I was her child and she was my mother.
When kids are supposed to be outside playing and doing kid things, at an early age; having a mother with mental illness, I was learning that people are different. In spite of this, no matter where she went, I wanted to follow. No matter what she did or said, it couldn’t shake or change my love for her…she was my mother. I’m not even sure how, but I was even able to love her pass those times of verbal abuse.
When our relationship turned for the worse, even though my mother resided in the same home, my grandmother took on the responsibility of raising me. Although my grandmother did a wonderful job, nevertheless, I made a vow to always respect and take care of my mother.
Still today, when I look at her, I don’t see the woman who was not being able to do her part, I see her as a human being, a woman who is doing the best that she can.