After a short marriage to a sailor my eldest sister was born and sadly only two years later she was taken in to care after my mum tried to overdose her on prescription drugs. I believe my mum did this because she couldn't cope and in a weird way thought she was doing the right thing.
Years later my mum had me and then my youngest sister, nothing changed with regards to my mum and her addictions in fact it only got worse.
At the age of seven I came home to my mum sitting in a pool of blood and broken glass, she had started self harming. This was the first of many times we would have to deal with her self harming.
I could never understand how somebody could cut their body up like that. . . until I also started "cutting" a few years ago.
Our lives revolved around alcohol, drunks and violence!!!.
I eventually attempted to kill myself three times and to this day still self harm.
As much as I loved my mum I also hated her because I think that life could have been so much better for us.