Today while at the doctor, I told him about my mental health in summary. My mother piped in and actually said that she was to blame for that. She knew that she was wrong in her ways of bringing me up. She is a person that never admits their wrong. I was So shocked. She KNEW?! She said that she was working on fixing herself but slips up from time to time. I appreciate that she apologized but I don’t like that she didn’t say anything to me beforehand when I was clearly depressed. She always yelled at me and made fun of me for my fears and anxieties.She always drags me whenever I make a mistake. I appreciate her apology but I know that she’d still switch back every now and then and hurt me. It’s hard to change yourself after being like that for so many years but it’s nice to know that she knows where she’s wrong and is working on fixing it. I’m a little more open in talking back to her when she gets mad for something stupid or speaks to me in some disgusting tone. Hopefully things go well between us and our relationship gets better in future so that my younger siblings won’t have to suffer like I did. I was her first child and mistakes were made.