It got me thinking about myself. For all intents and purposes, I was adopted. My mother dropped out of sight when I was 3 and I seldom saw her growing up.
After I turned 18, I had no contact.
On the one hand, I wanted to know all about her; on the other, she wasn't there when I needed her. My stepmother consoled me when I was depressed, and encouraged me to eat when my weight dropped due to antidepressants.
OH, I could have used some counsel on how to manage my illness, but she didn't know herself. About the only lesson I took away "Don't drink or do drugs, it will wreck your life like it did hers".
I had to figure out "illness management" and "smart living" for myself. That's one reason I maintain this blog, to provide the kind of counsel I needed. I want other people to come here, read what I have to say, and navigate away thinking &quo…