That I am at some kind of turning point. I've gone over everything that happened to my sister over the weekend, re-read the coroner's report, the letters between me and her, thought about our childhood, looked up the meds and understand it all better and clearer.
It has led me to finally believe (I hope it is finally and I no longer get pulled into the guilt) that I was not responsible, that I should never have been made responsible or to feel guilty and selfish and a monster. It was my mother's who owned the guilt. I tried to help as best I could and I just couldn't because I was too damaged and because they would have pulled me under. I had to stay away from them.
My sister wrote me that I was a monster, subhuman, that I was arrogant and selfish and I was worse than my mother and when I had children I would be a monster of a mother and my kids would be even worse. Think I have had that in my head for so long along with all the other constant insults and belittling from my mother. They were both extremely damaged, mentally ill and would throw anything at me to get their way. It wasn't true.
My sister's life was tragic and I feel awful about that but it wasn't my responsibility. Feeling that way turns me into a bad mother. It was never true. I did the best I could. I can only do the best I can with the knowledge I have at the time and that is what I must try and do and get over the feelings that I am so horrible because I never was.