It broke my heart to hear that M is starting to feel depression.  I realized I was about the same age when it hit me.  Thank all the gods that T treats her daughter so much better than mom did me.  I told her that.  It was triggering to think back on how I was told I was imagining things when I said everyone hated me or told to “just buck up”.  I thought I was crazy.

T is taking M to a counselor.  I couldn’t help but wonder what a difference that might’ve made for me, but depression wasn’t really a diagnosis back then, or maybe it was and I’m just justifying mom’s lack of action.

I’m going to tell M that I’ve been there and just offer to listen anytime she needs it. Because I wish someone had done that for me.

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