My Aunties

When I was two and a half my mom was diagnosed with postpartum depression. She was hospitalized for a month at least. Not only did my grandparents fill in her role as main caretakers but so did my three aunts. Then as mom got better over the years the aunts kept mothering. They overstepped that boundary and didn't seem to notice or care that it hurt my mom.

When I was 18 I was diagnosed with a mental illness and everyone in my family started treating me like a child or "special". The same way my mom was treated her whole life. That's wrong.

I don't need to justify myself to anyone that I'm normal. I am, the end. :D

Yes I have bipolar,
Yes one aunt was hurt by men,
Yes another isolates and is insecure,
and Yes the third has depression.

Nobody is perfect. I've realized I can always love and forgive anyone for anything. We can all be assholes at times. Many of us haven't transcended Karma yet.

So while I send forgiveness and love energy to all my Aunties, I'm left wondering why some people after hearing a bit about my life start mothering or "saving" me. Silly people, only I can save myself! Ya, I had a manic episode. It happens when you have bipolar. I'm what the doctors call high-functioning. I had a full out bipolar episode complete with full psychosis and was still only hospitalized for two one week stays.

I need help because not one of us can flurish alone not because I'm needy, poor, crazy or lonely. I'll do my best to ask for help whenI need it, if you do your best to not pity or feel sad for me. And please stop confusing my kindness for weakness.

All in LOVE and LIGHT,
Heather