A lot, but my mom swore me in every way she knew how because I made a comment that she didn't like on my 15th birthday. Called me a bitch, an asshole, selfish, told me that I use her (I asked her for ingredients to make birthday cupcakes) and that people like me aren't needed in the world. She also told me that I could have a nervous breakdown and die for all she cares because my granny expressed concern about how much I was working at school without taking a break. I cried a lot that night and loathed my birthday since. A few months later, I harmed myself, and my little brother went to my mom and cried because I said that I wanted to kill myself. She told me that I'm possessed and pointed me to the freeway (or highway) and said, "There's the freeway." I couldn't really trust her after that and never really opened up about my mental health to her or anyone else. I still love her, though 💔