The Aftermath
After my mother’s fall, she became very depressed. She lost her job and was in terrible pain.
Her boyfriend hung on for a little while but didn’t want to be sidled with a disabled woman with a kid. She started taking a lot of pain medication, which became another one of her addictions.
She had a very hard time trying to deal with what was happening to her. We all did.
Her boyfriend moved out, but let us continue to live in the new trailer for a couple of months before he took it back.
Mom laid in a daybed in our living room for several months, trying to heal from an injury and heartbreak that was impossible to deal with.
I watched her like a hawk, I knew things were not right. She was taking a lot of pain pills. She was difficult, unable to cope.
After one of her bouts of depression due to her situation, she ran in the bathroom with a bottle of pills, locked the door and downed them all. By the time I broke in, she had taken them all, so I had to call 911.
I ordered her stomach pumped for the first time at age 14.
This would not be the last time…
Please read the next part of my journey at Trying to Cope
