After we moved a couple times in the town we lived, due to my dad getting hurt on the job and put on disability, my mom losing her job and getting a new one...finances got worse and so did my mother's mental health. At this point, she was beating my sister and I almost daily. Not only did we deal with that stress throughout those years but watching her get so lost in anger spells that she would beat her head against the walls, put knives to her chest, and all the screaming. The screaming was horrible, it seemed to never stop. Until one night, she attacked my sister with a pipe wrench and my sister knocked her out. After she came to, my mother went to the medicine cabinet grabbed a bottle of Prozac and sat down on the floor in the kitchen with a bottle of Seag. 7 and took the whole bottle. After she took them with the bottle of alcohol, she sat there and cried saying look at what you guys made me do. I just remember my dad being frantic to call the police and my sister and I crying and holding my baby brother in our laps.
We will continue on later. Thanks for reading and following everyone. This has been nice to get all this off my chest.
New Beginnings 
The Meds adjustment is beginning to work
New Beginnings and Fond Reminisces
Another day beginning with anxiety 
