My mother is mentally challenged and I’ve had to go through a lot of therapy and seek professional help in learning to deal with her. This is ten years in the making. Ive even had to work much longer shifts to supply an at home nurse who also had to have special psychiatric training to help with her.

I love my mother and I feel no home would do her justice. I have worked hard and pushed myself beyond my limits to provide a home for her.

I have lost friends. I have lost a lover of several years. I’m seen as weird despite being attractive.

Ten years ago I thought us both better off dead.

The difference here is that a very good friend caught onto this and guided me through the proper venues.

It’s easy to not understand when you’re not in their shoes.