This is how Mom is.
|me, Mom & Dad around 1968|
She has had a turmoiled life, full of dysfunction, tragedy, and unusual situations. She is stressed. She is manic. She has been thought and even diagnosed to be bi-polar. Manic Depressed. And the one I feel most fits her...
Borderline Personality Disorder
When Mom gets like this, it is difficult to figure the best way to handle. My Heart tells me to love support and nurture her. But my Brain tells me to remember feeding into it can help destroy her. She doesn't see things for what they are and is quick to twist the reality into a distorted fabrication.
I worry about her. I want to take care of her. Keep her safe and sound. But I can't. You truly can not help someone who is in this state of mind. They want help...but not good help. they want you to support and give in to a negative trap. A ruin. A stairway to hell. Things get worse and worse as you look the other way and then before you know it that problem has avalanche into a tragedy.
Then realaity sets in and you know all you can do is hope and pray and be as loving and gentle but strong and resilient as possible.