My Mother has killed me off in her head.

Around 2 years ago, I began dabbling with drugs. It started off as what I believed would be a 'one time thing' and ended with me injecting any kind of upper I could get my hands on. I spent the better part of the last year in hospital.

Every day I would come home and try to speak to my mother. Every day she would be sat at her laptop with an empty bottle of wine, telling me she was 'too busy watching Jeremy Kyle' to even say hello to me.

My boyfriend at the time was also physically abusing me, which I had told her multiple times.

I finally accepted that my mother did not want to know me when I told her I was in hospital, and could not get home, and she refused to come and get me.

Over time, I got clean, got a new job and started studying IT. I still have lasting effects from the drugs which include, but are not limited to, serious migraines.

I was still an empty shell of myself; the constant physical and drug abuse made sure of that.

One day I broke down and explained it all to my mother.

She convinced me that I was an idiot for leaving my boyfriend at the time because 'being hit was just part of growing up'. She told everyone in my family that I was addicted to drugs, and sucked attention out of all of them by claiming to be a 'victim'.

She has turned every single member of my family against me by convincing them that I am still on drugs, and will end up stealing from them to pay for my habit.

If I come home when she has friends round, she'll 'check my pupils' to see if I've taken drugs - another way of reminding everyone that I'm a 'dirty druggy'.

This Christmas she told everyone in front of my face that she didn't have a daughter. She has kicked me out of the house many times this year, forcing me to live in my car.

The reason I am so angry at this woman is because she never once showed that she cared about me. She only ever exploited me for her own benefit.