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.
Mysa 