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Welcome to Nerve 10.

I’m Jordan, and I created this site because I couldn’t find mental health information on the Internet that I could relate to.

Nerve 10 is where you will find the most accessible, most meaningful mental health stories and poetry on the world wide web.

My goal is not to regurgitate technical terms and generic information—it’s to create a more realistic and helpful mental health narrative.

Forgiving My Toxic Mother for the Pain She Caused

Forgiving My Toxic Mother for the Pain She Caused

I must admit I am at a crossroads in my life.

In the last two years, since I left my home city, I somehow feel responsible for my mother’s sharp decline in her health. Her mental health that is.  All the chaos and heartbreak that ensues when she’s ill. It doesn’t make any logical sense that I feel this way, but I do.

For over 40 years, my life has been affected in one way or another by that one factor that is all-encompassing.

Is she well?  

Is she taking her meds?

Is she, in fact, becoming affected by dementia as well?

Watching And Waiting

Ever so vigilant am I. Watching and waiting for signs of her unraveling. Not that I could do much about it anyway, from over 3000 km away. Not that I have ever been able to help much anyway.

How do you help someone who doesn’t want it?

It is beyond tiresome and exhausting, that my mother does not care who she hurts on her path of self-destruction.

It seems she has given up hope of any semblance or vestige of happiness whatsoever.  So desperate she is to be needed and loved. She needs constant reassurance as well.

Yet, on a dime, she throws it away time and again. I have often wondered if she is addicted to the chaos her illness bestows on people.

Does she like spending months and months in the hospital? Is this a form of negative attention-seeking at its finest?

Does she like the attention and sympathy?

A Friendship Born From Pain and Hardship

I seem to be the one that people look to for answers, yet they get to go home from their jobs.

Here I am the one stuck in this vortex with my mother. But there is one friend who has been greatly affected by her illness as well.

With this one friend, I am to talk about the darkest issues as it pertains to my mother.

While it is not the sort of friend connection I would prefer, I’m glad to have it all the same.

I’m glad that we can lean on the other in times of great stress and struggle.

No one should have to shoulder a painful burden by themselves.

Infuriating Contempt

I was nervous and reserved the last time she was released just a few short months ago. I did not know if I wanted to invite her back into my life.

I hesitated. I gave it a great deal of thought.

My heart and loyalty won over yet again. I did miss her.

Doctor Knows Best.

I had spoken to the doctor and nurses about my concerns with her being on her own. Perhaps an assisted-living complex, where she would have her Independence and freedom. Instead, the doctor decided to give her one more chance… because she was doing so well.

The Revolving Door

It is incredibly infuriating and futile to ask what a loved one's concerns are and then do quite the opposite.

What is the point of the conversation? I am not so quick to trust as it is, and I am certainly not naive.


So, where does this leave me? I have my own family that I am trying my best with.

I also deal with my own demons of despair.

It is quite challenging to climb out of my own abyss when bombarded by memories of this seemingly recurring nightmare.

My Loyalty

I often wonder if I would better off if I cut her out of my life? I have lived most of my childhood without a true sense of home and belonging to the world.

My sense of worth that I struggle with to this very day.

I feel like that lost child, without a parent. Without a real family.

Sometimes I question if she ever truly loved me?

It pains me to think of the lost, sad and raging child that I was, knowing that most people only saw the anger that was born out of fear and pain.

I still have my days where I regress.

However, I am now an adult. I now have choices that I did not have before. I get to choose who will be in my life, and how big a part they will have

A Heavy Heart 

I do love my mother.

I just have to accept that she will never be the mother I need her to be.

You cannot give what you do not have. I have finally come to that conclusion about my mother, though it pains me so.

I have my own family now. In good times--and in bad--I know they have my back. They are my safe place to fall.

Isn’t that what families are for?

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