My mom cut ties with me when I was 16 when she kicked me out. A year and a half went by before my grandma put her foot down. Either my mom would talk to me or she would stop talking to her. I felt bad about it. Who want's to be so ****ed up that their own mom gives up on them. That year and a half I did so much growing. I wouldn't have done under their roof. I had to move back in with them when I was 17. With in months of being home I OD'd on pain meds. I was clean and not cutting when I OD'd. It took everyone for surprise. Since then I realize that I was in a mixed episode where my feelings didn't match my affect.

I've forgiven my parents for kicking me out. I was so angry at them when it happen but the arguing had to stop some how.