I knew that my mom had suicidal tendencies when my siblings and I were young but I had always assumed that they disappeared after she remarried. However, I found out during a single incident in the summer that they in fact did not disappear entirely. I never cried so much in my life and decided afterward that I would make her happy if she or anyone else was unable to do that.

I’m aware this goal may take a while… because persistent happiness is something that is gradually grown and realized… but I’m willing to do this for as long as it takes.
It’s the least I can do in return for all the things she has done for me.

So far, I’ve been trying to be more loving and I wrote a letter to my younger sibling telling them to be more respectful. My mother seems to be doing okay. I think she’s discovered a new hobby or two, in which I try to encourage her to continue. 3 years ago