I've been following this sub for a while now, but never been confident enough to share my own story. I know my brother knows my reddit name - and there is a really good chance he'll see this. I'm fine with it now, I think it could even be good if he reads it. (Hey bro, if you're reading this.)
When I was in high school, things got really bad in my house. My mom got cancer - and that made her angry. She was always angry before that too, but it got so much worse when she got sick. Well, maybe not when she got sick, but when she started using alcohol to cope with being sick.
All of that led to anger from her. As a child, I thought it was anger towards me - that I wasn't enough. That I didn't




