when my mother first found out I had bipolar disorder, she litirally flipped her lid

she'd been abusive to me in the past (just because I was born, I was a girl, and she hated that), but when she found out i had bipolar, she packed my case, told me I was an utter disgrace to everything the family stands for, and threw me and my case out in to the cold night

I remember it really well. it was a friday evening, around 5 PM, and everyone that lived by us was watching (either from their windows, or some from the garden)

I was, well, very upset and confused

here I was, newely diagnosed with a mental illness, and here my mom was- the person who was meant to help me and the person I am meant to look up to, turning her back on me

I was so young and so scared