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The only thing I could do was try to get her to take her meds She said they didn’t work any thatShe said it took away the highs and lows she was constantly battling, when in reality it was justit worse

I tried to tell her she needed to inform her therapist, but she’d lost her job and didn’t have insurance anyet her to fill out the paperwork for Medicaid

It was one thing after another

I told her I’d pay for her therapy sessions and medicine, but she was ada howI battledpetrified I’d end up like her

It hy I barely drank, afraid I’d get addicted It was already inbipolar and depression into the mix Christian, in hisI’d be fine I just needed todaily

His concern foraswhich as up or dohen it came to her It was like a rollercoaster of e she’d eventually coet her life back on track

I started paying her bills, taking out so I didn’t want her to lose her home too She’d worked so hard for it I knew in , I just didn’t knohen or how

“Sweetness, please try to enjoy your birthday and stop thinking about your mother”

I deeply sighed, trying to reel in my emotions “I can’t help it, Christian I haven’t heard from her all day”

“It’s not the first time, babe, and it won’t be the last”

“But it’s ht”

“Your mom makes a lot of promises she doesn’t keep, Kinley”

“Not when it comes to me”

As if on cue, her car ca when one of my worst fears ca it over until her car cahly jerked forward

We all ran out of his house, hauling ass to her

“Mom!” I shouted in a panic

Her body was against the wheel, hunched over