"It didn't used to be this hard to manage. It...it came and it went. When it came I just smiled wider and told your father that I was sick. when you were about eight it got much worse. Your father was so worried. I told him everything and he asked me to see a doctor. So I did. I have medication now and a therapist. Recently...its been bad again. It was just starting to lift when...when all this started."
I stopped her by hugging her. I couldn't imagine what she had been suffering silently.
"Mom...I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. It's not an excuse. It's something that makes me question myself. My value. And how could anyone love you if you have no value? That's why I was so ready to believe that I had just made everything worse and made my own daugh
