I am 23 years old. It has been 3 months since my mom passed from cancer. She was 56.. November 25th my cousin accidentally OD on heroin, 21 year old...
Then November 29th my mom died. The family is torn apart. My mom first got cancer when I was 2 years old. It came back four times until it was metastasized.
Now I have to afford a house, car, pets, while going to school and working as an aid at a hospital.
Lately I have lost a sense of who I am. I have always been my moms caregiver. My father is not in the picture, he would rather drink and do drugs than help his only daughter.. My mom was my purpose, now I need to find my purpose.
Memories flood, not just memories of my mom but also my cousin. Thanksgiving is never the same. I am isolated from the family because we are all grieving in our own ways, and I probably remind them of my mom so maybe that’s why they are so distant.
