Do any of you have family members who suffer from mental health issues but just refuse to acknowledge it and/or get help? I've had about enough of my mother at this point. Seriously.

My husband and son and I live with her (and my brother and his girlfriend). We moved in last year so we could save for a house while helping her fix her own house up. We have not been able to save due to a **** ton of medical bills from me and my husband. Anyway. Point is my mother and I have always had a bit of a contentious relationship. She's been mentally ill for as long as I can remember. Completely isolated, depressed, anxious, anger problems, alcoholic, the whole shebang. It really damaged me growing up. She was absent to the point of neglect when I was young. When my father died she lost it and I became the mother, struggling to keep the house clean, get my brother up for school, get food on the table, etc. she improved after a few years but she goes through very distinct down periods. Now that I live with it again, and since the resurgence of my own symptoms, I can see it so clearly. If she does have bipolar she is a rapid cycler like I am. She goes through two week long depressions, flowed by normal periods where she starts cleaning sprees and spends money she doesn't have. She laughs and plays with my son, and then disappears upstairs for days. She's down today; I can tell she probably hasn't even come downstairs today, as her car is still in the same position and everything in the kitchen is untouched. Yesterday she randomly started crying over something that happened two weeks ago. And I HATE when she gets like this. It is such a trigger, flashes me right back to childhood when nothing I ever did made her happy. The only time she was happy was when she was drunk (which wasn't often thankfully as she had done most of her alcohol recovery at that point). I hate it. And I seriously ****ing HATE that my family does all they can to pretend it's not happening.

My great grandmother put her head in the proverbial oven - my grandfather found her when he was a child and saved her. My grandfather hasn't been happy a day in his life. He is plagued by anxiety and anger and lives to make everyone miserable by making nasty comments all the time. Also alcoholic. My grandmother suffers horrific anxiety and used to be quite angry and abusive. My uncle is a fifty five year old child living in a man's body - whiny, angry, selfish. And alcoholic. And all everyone does is stick their heads In The sand and pretend like it's alllll ok. Enable all of them to act terribly and never grow up. My grandmother pays my mom's bills for her and has since my dad died - not for lack of money, but because SHE JUST WON't. My grandmother hems and haws over my uncle and tuts and frets but lets him verbally abuse her and manipulate her. No one says STOP.

**** this, man. Seriously. I can't stand my mother. She will deny everything ti the day she dies. She fully admits to forgetting large chunks of my childhood but when I told her she was depressed she looked at me like I had eight heads. Heavens no! Christ.

I'm done with this dysfunction. I will hopefully get a substantial raise this yea and then we're out and everyone can keep pretending nothing is wrong. Meanwhile I will accept help for MY problems so my son doesn't have to deal with this nonsense when he's older. Try explaining to your three year old how often Grammy is "sick" and won't play with him. Figure that out.

Obviously none of this is helped by the fact that I have sunk into a depression after only a week of hypomania - I hate cycling so rapidly! I must take my medication again. I don't want to live like this for my son. He deserves better than what I got.

Thanks for letting me vent.