Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I visit my mother every Saturday. That is all I can manage. I bring her rum, cigarettes, and lots of diet coke and some lunch. We eat together. She complains about always being alone. Forced to work, etc, etc.

I am exhausted. She is an emotional vampire.

I know I’m enabling. I don’t care. I just want to keep the peace as much as possible. I have to move back to that in eight months.