I’m 17 years of age. When I was growing up, my mother raised me and my four older sisters. My father was a mean man who came home drunk every night. He’d physically abuse me and my mom.
Growing up I never fit in, so my mum was my best friend. I told her everything. I trusted her 100%. I was attached to her hit since the day I was born. In November 2014 she was diagnosed with stage 4 adenocarcoma. Her body began to shut down one major system at a time. On thanksgiving she went ito a coma. And never woke back up from it again. On December 2, 2014. She died. We didn’t have that much time with her. Everything happened way too fast. After she died. I went into the deepest depression. I didn’t eat until I got sick. I didn’t communicate or talk to anyone for a month straight. I’m still dealing with my depression and can honestly say I have no idea why I’m writing this. I just wanted to tell my story to someone.