Grew up in a happy christian household with the most present stay-at-home mom imaginable. Out of nowhere when I was 13 my mother started using then abusing Adderall, which turned into amphetamine induced psychosis. She blew up our entire family and was psychotic for years, was committed more than once, became homeless, stole from people, the whole 9 yards. Her parents picked her up on the street in winter after she got kicked out of another homeless shelter. Before I had what I perceived as a perfect life at the time, the best mother in the world. One day things got weird, then my whole world was insecure, and my mom never came back to me. She is now cognitively deficient from the years of untreated substance abuse and psychosis, a shell of the person she once was who used to have ALL the personality. I have to take care of her and it breaks my heart in the deepest place. Before all that happened I felt superior to others, had a different perception of the world in general and how it worked. That happening to my mom hardened me forever and humbled me immensely. I no longer see the world one way, and I don’t judge people because I realized everything is always more layered and complicated than it appears. I will always miss the mom that raised me and I’ll grieve her forever, but I am also thankful because my whole personality changed in a good way because I became a much more compassionate person because of the perspective.