I could see my mums face squished against the glass. Ever since the incident with my dad, I knew there was something wrong with her but I didn't think it was as extreme as to put her in a mental institution. I miss her, I miss waking up to eggs and bacon, but most of all I miss the old her. The one that laughed even when jokes weren't funny. The one who asked me how my day was at school. This had caused me to turn to music. To turn to the only thing that got me while i was going through all of this. And then i turned to other things. I turned to self harming. I became depressed and because i had no one to turn to it got bad. Now that I've seen my mother, because i miss her, i will try to stop. For her. When she gets home I want there to be a welcoming space, not a sad bloody one.
So this book isnt going to be about self harming. I am telling you the story of my life. Before my mum went to a mental institution. Before i hated my dad. Before all this happened.
