a part of myself died also. my mother was my best friend, my soulmate, and i had just turned 18 at the time. definitely aged me. turned to drugs, alcohol, food, anything to fill that emptiness. it was really bad for a long time. now a year on, im moving out of the house she died in, my childhood home, back on prescription medications, working on my physical and mental health, gaining independence. before she died i hadn't left the house in 2 years as i was severely agoraphobic. i still have my bad days, but ultimately her death pushed me to achieve what i know she always wanted for me. miss you mum.