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My mother’s crazy
A mother’s mental health consumes the life of her children.
It seems like growing up, that’s all you hear. When you were at school, in college, to playing football with your friends. When you’re growing up you don’t understand the strength and power it takes to bring up children. Our mothers birthed us, nurtured us, and tried to guide us the best they could.
Every mother who has been pregnant will have said ‘I held you for 9 months’. It was 9 months of agony for her. Where her back was killing, she was put off eating her favorite foods, her hormones were on a rollercoaster in her body. It wasn’t the greatest of experiences, but they will tell you it was worth it.
Our mothers have done so much for us, so to turn around and say they’re ‘crazy’ is a bit harsh, right?
But what if our mothers have done us more harm than good? Is this a taboo subject? Am I even allowed to say this out loud? Do I sound ungrateful?
Growing up, I had a few friends who have parents who suffered from severe mental health. It was the same time that my mum was dealing with depression and some other mental health issues that developed after the loss of my father and uncle. I remember me and these friends grew very close surrounding the matter. We all had one thing in common; our mums were crazy.
