Before the quarantine my mother was my hero. Now she's the woman who abused me for 12 years of my life due to her opioid use disorder. She doesn't want treatment, so I've had to cut her out of my life for my own sanity. I'm relieved, but also very confused. I feel somewhat grounded in myself, I just don't know where I go from here. Especially in the middle of a pandemic. I want to get my life together but I feel like I'm starting from square one. I feel like I'm not attached to anything. I'm not in therapy yet, I'm working my way towards that direction. I'm grateful for this outlet in the mean time.