I found self help books in her van where she passed. Long story short she took a fake oxy that had fentanyl in it.

She always did such a good job at making me think she was okay. She wasn’t… all of her crazy out lashes growing up all make sense now. I wish she would have opened up to me. Now I’m living in a world of guilt knowing how hard she struggled. The last 6 months of her life she was living in a camper van. I also didn’t know she was homeless till she passed. She always made it seem like she was okay. I’ve been trying to learn more of what it felt like to have BPD and be an addict. So many people closed her out of her life and I was all she had left. Just me and her camper van I was the only one who never gave up on her. She was so sensitive she would break down on people and people would give up on her. She just wanted to be loved so bad. She isolated herself the last 8 years of her life and I had no idea why until she was gone. I’m such and empathic sensitive person and I got that from her. But my mom was another level of sensitive and I wish I was more understanding while she was still here. Much love to you