She drank and spoiled her drink and was trying to wipe it but having hard time and like a pig in its own misery slipping. And I went outside crying and probably it's best i return back to my accommodation. This image is too much. Especially that we live in the same room, the 3 of us. And i had a therapist that said the lack of room is the reason dad left and because i was growing up and he was feeling uncomfortable and i was in the same room. I feel sad to leave my family and my city but i don't think i can do this anymore. I'm driving into despair seeing her like that. And insane panic attacks that make the whole neighborhood hear my cries. And i have to go outside to have my panic attacks.
Please don't tell me mom's an alcoholic and needs help or in pain. She forbid me to use these words and suggest help. And by saying this i just feel worse. Like i should do something but i can't. Right now I'm more of a burden to both her and myself. I'm losing my sanity. I swear I'm going insane. I can't stop crying. I just hope on monday i sllawoll how much i miss them and my apartment and go back. Otherwise I won't make it out alive till my birthday in August. I cry every night. I'm going insane i swear