Mental Health Friday #13

Mental Health Friday #13


I just recently read an article on Jezebel titled “A Toast to All the Brave Kids Who Broke Up with Their Toxic Moms” which really hit home for me. I know this isn’t like my typical happy, upbeat posts; but it’s something I’ve dealt with since I can remember and I know I’m not alone.

I love my Mother to the end of this Earth, that will never change. But it’s hard to love someone who doesn’t love themselves. Growing up, my sisters and I have had to deal with what the article referred to as a “broken woman”. Many terrible things have happened to my Mother, which I won’t go into detail about. But the most impactful was the loss of my brother when he was 2 (in ’89). I hadn’t been born yet, in fact my mother hadn’t even met my Father yet (my two sisters and brother have a different Father). I’ve always wished I was alive to meet my brother, but at the same time I’m not sure how I would have handled his death. My Mom’s addiction developed shortly after.

In the late 90’s, she started attending a methadone clinic to attempt getting off the drugs she was abusing. If you’re not familiar with methadone, it’s a medication usually used to relieve severe pain. But it’s also used to prevent withdrawal symptoms in people who are addicted to opiates. Little did everyone know that this would be a new addiction in itself.

Obviously I was never told anything about this when I was younger, but I remember being able to notice some of the side effects of the methadone. The most noticeable being extreme drowsiness. I can remember around the ages of 7-10 I would go to her house every Friday to stay for the weekend. I’d be sitting with her at the kitchen table trying to tell her all the things I did in school that day and she’d be hunched over, passed out. I didn’t think too much of it as a child, I just thought “Oh, Mommy’s really tired”. However, I did think it was strange that she would start to fall asleep immediately after I would shake her and wake her up. It got progressively worse as I got older. When I was around 12, my grandfather passed away (my Mother’s Father). We all loved him very much, but my Mother especially. She fell into an even deeper depression after this and along with being extremely tired from the methadone, she never got out of bed, she was barely eating, and just didn’t take care of herself in general.

I have limited memories of actually doing things and spending quality time with her. Instead, I watched her wither away from being a beautiful, energetic woman to a lifeless shell of that woman. I was always so envious of other girls my age growing up who had good relationships with their Mothers. In my early teens, I sort of resented her for choosing a life of drugs over the possible relationships she could have had with her three girls. As an adult now, I just had to accept that she is so lost in her own depression and addiction, that she doesn’t even realize what she’s sacrificed. Those childhood years are something that we won’t get back, and neither will she. I don’t hate her, I don’t think I ever could. I’m just disappointed in a way.

Anyone who has a family member or friend who is an addict, I can relate. You want to help them so badly to create a better life for themselves. You want them to realize that drugs aren’t an acceptable coping mechanism for their problems, that there are other options. But like I said before, you can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped. They have to want it for themselves. You can’t sacrifice your own happiness and wear yourself down in hopes of “fixing” them. As painful as it is, you have to let it be if they are not willing to change. All you can do is create a better future for yourself. I know I have the power to be the Mother that mine wasn’t, for my own children in the future.

This week’s story was sent in by Amber who blogs at What Makes Me where she blogs about health, wellness, (yummy) recipes and Life in general.

If you’d love to contribute and share your story on Mental health Friday, I’ld love to have you. Let’s join hands to talk about Mental illness and blur out the stigma associated with it. You can contact me on My email address: . For more information, visit this post.


53 thoughts on “Mental Health Friday #13

  1. Her story really moved me. .I hope Allah Almighty fills her life with the best. Mental illness could be dealt with being closer to GOD because dilon ko sakon sirf Allah k zikr say hota hai.

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  2. Very touching. I can relate to q lot of what you said, although I’m still stuck in a domestic abuse situation with my mother. I know what she does is abuse, but I also see how she couldn’t possible like herself deep down despite her narcissistic personality.

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    1. It takes great courage and strength to accept that people do what they do. I am glad you could relate to this, that’s exactly the whole point, to get us talking and support each other ❤❤


  3. There are so many people out there who are addicted to pain medications that it makes me wary of ever taking them. Such a terrible effect on the person and everyone who loves them. Thank you so much for sharing your story, Amber.

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  4. I’m truly sorry for the memories that you have of your mom instead of happy and loving ones that you wished for. Mental illness is truly sad and you are right. You cannot help someone that doesn’t want to be helped. You turned out wonderful Ameena!

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  5. I am so touched with this story Ameena. It made me realise that we are blessed we are to have a happy healthy family. I wish such addictions can be cured and the patients can live a happy healthy lives with their families. .

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  6. Amber is my inspiration for the week.
    You are a strong kind person. I am sure it took a lot of pain and tears. But I am happy you found your happy place and are taking about it.
    Thank you ameena for posting and sharing God bless you.

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  7. You can delete this message after reading it. I don’t know how else to reach you. A month or so ago, I believe you asked if I had a story for your Friday Feature. If I am correct about that, and you are still interested, can you send me your e-mail and I will send you my story. If I am mistaken, please excuse my faulty memory!!!! 🙂


  8. Thank you, for sharing your story. If it wasn’t for family dysfunction, where would we be today, right? It is awful how families keep secrets within the family unit, other than people outside the home. I didn’t know that my grandmother suffered from mental illness until I was at my breaking point.
    Compelling story.
    I haven’t forgotten to write you on your yahoo email. I promise I will get to it no later than Sunday. Thanks, Sweetie!

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    1. It is absolutely alright Beckie. And i know what you are talking about. A lot of mental illness have to do with genetic predisposition which increases the risk of family members getting mental illness. And the secrecy does more harm than good a lot of the time

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    1. Hi Carrie. Thank you so much for reading this and leaving a comment. I’m sorry to hear you had to go through this too. Take care of yourself.
      Do you think you and your mum could ever have a better relationship?

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      1. No problem! I get grateful knowing other people can relate in these unfortunate situations ya know but I just broke my codependency on her this year. I had held on hoping she will change or get help but due to her drugs, she developed borderline personality disorder and it’s exhausted me mentally because she’s angry and spiteful so in a long way of answering your question lol no I’ll always love and respect her though


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