Well my memory came back. my memory of all my moms break downs, I remember all of our fights, all the times her and my dad fought, all the times her mental status sunk to an all new low, the times I broke down because my parents are fighting on my birthday (i know thats kinda selfish) or when my sister protected me from her constant yelling and screaming at the littlest things. i remember all the times she got really sick and altered. I remember all the times I wanted to run away or fight back but knew i couldn't because it would only get my mom more mad or worse, make her more sad. with my memory back, all these extremely clear memorys, I find it ever so more indescribably hard to believe that shes gone. my reoccuring dreams of me murdering her and the look on her face have come back and are stronger than ever. i remember the time she had a seizure as if it was happeneing at this very moment, thats how all my memorys are.



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