

My mom was evicted/kicked out of housing today for the 4th time in 3 years. My mom is a daily meth user who also has been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder. In the past 3 years I’ve found her housing, jobs, financial support while the rest of our family has been refusing to acknowledge her existence since 2015. She’s no longer my mom, she doesn’t even think so herself. She’s changed her name, her accent, her personality, everything. She’s a violent-psychotic zombie who exists to snort ice, smoke cigarettes, and just scream at invisible people. I want nothing more than for her to die, but I’ve been unable to stop taking care of her these past 3 years; hoping she’d find a miracle and be able to find the blessing and love of my family again. But now she’s back on the streets, her health is the worst I’ve ever seen in my life, and now I want nothing more than to find her dead tomorrow. I’m scared to move on without her, and grieve like she has passed. But, I’ve exhausted every resource I can find as a single 24 year old. I guess the least I can do now is get her a tent and bring her some food on a weekly basis, as I’m sure I will.