Dear Mom
By jhatlen
Dear, Mom
Why wasn't I good enough? Why were drugs better than me? I have spent most of my life wondering if I was good enough. I have done a lot of self reflection and found out a lot. Your drug problem was never my fault, you were sick. My little sister passing away was never my fault. You did all of this by yourself. That may sound harsh, but it’s time I stop blaming myself for things I never had control over. I didn't cause your drug problem, therefore it's not my fault. You are my mother. You are an adult. So, why am I the responsible? Why am I the one who is always making sure everyone is okay, will I sit back and fall apart. I am constantly breaking down because I stress myself out constantly thinking about the bad times. Well I'm done. Done forgetting about myself and my needs. Mom, I love you, but it's time you grow up and become a parent.
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