I am finding it difficult to forgive people who in my time of need were very cruel.
I was admitted to rehabilitation at 24. I was drinking and cut my medication because my mum get telling people I had something wrong with me. I planned to move away for a fresh start as I had also split from a possessive and very manipulative boyfriend/fiance.
I felt like the world was against me and that because I was taking medication that nobody would believe a word I said. And that no matter what I did people would always say there is still something wrong with me even if I was a good mother, a good worker or a good partner.
True to my suspicion the first nurse I encountered in the psychiatric ward said to me : you will never be getting out of here jenny.
I think it's about time I was vindicated.