She comes into my room and calls me a disrespectful piece of shit. Tells me I'm lazy and a waste of space and a loser. She calls my eight year old sister all sorts of names - my possibly autistic and anxiety ridden sister who has had to deal with so much. And then she comes to me and tells me that the reason my sister has mental illness as well is because I am suicidal. She expects me to be the mother figure to my siblings because she is unfit but does not want to give my father custody because that would mean she "loses". I hate her and the things she does to me and my siblings. Children's aid has been to my house so many times and have always empathized with my mother because she is a fantastic manipulator. The legal system is so awful, it lets people like my mother have custody just because they're women. Although my father used to hit me, at least he acknowledges what he did was wrong. My mother blames me for every single thing that has gone wrong in her life and has mental breakdowns where she wails on the floor and breaks things almost every week. She comes into my room and tries to make me feel like its my fault and I can't tell if she's right or not because she's done this to me my WHOLE LIFE. I hate her, I hate that she's made me dependant on her by sabotaging every opportunity I had to get a "real" job and now she blames me for it, I hate that I am weak and can't do anything for myself or my siblings, and I hate that she thinks she's always right and I'm stuck feeling like I'm the shit on other peoples shoes. I should've gone back to therapy and gotten more meds because maybe they would've helped me. The anti-depressants did nothing but maybe if I kept trying and got put on more medication then I wouldn't be this way. I pushed the help away because they wouldn't stop asking me to talk about my fucking mom and they ignored the fact that it made my emotional state worse. I have no help, no hope, nobody to talk to because nobody will listen to me. I feel like the world wants me to die.