Dear Blackrook,I used my mother's notebook to write a Christmas play. My mother said I shouldn't have used her notebook and burned my play in the fireplace.
I used clay to make a scale model of every planet in the solar system. I strung it up on a string in my room. My mother yanked the string down.
I was into Ronald Reagan so I drew up a list of every state and how many delegates voted for Reagan and how many voted for Ford. When the convention was over I taped it to my wall. My mother ripped it in half and tore it down.
My father and mother would have arguments late at night. My mother would scream at the top of her lungs. Then, to hurt my father's feelings, she would come in my room and hit me.
I have to conclude that even if my mother didn't go to hell for killing herself she went to hell for all the hurtful shit she did to me.
My mother is still hurting me even though I'm now 54 years old. I can't put to one side all the shit she did to me, and I am still angry at my father for letting her do it to me.
Also, I'm angry at God. Almost all the bad things that have happened to me is because my personality is defective due to the shitty things my mother did to me. I've prayed and prayed and God kept allowing these bad things to happen. I got so angry I stopped going to Mass. I was a bad example for my children and now they don't go to Mass either.
Despite what my mother did to me, I'm the one who paid for her grave so that she could have a nice memorial plaque. Had I not done that, she'd be in an unmarked grave forever.
Your mother was mentally ill, and her illness sounds like her body's chemistry was way out of balance. When you forgive her, your guilt will vanish, and you will know her taking of her own life was out of the confusion and hurt that chemical imbalances cause. It took me almost a lifetime to forgive a parent who used his children as his punching bag. I kept praying that God would help me forgive him, and eventually, my prayer was answered. I'm free from the burden of hating a parent who meant good, but wound up hitting his own children and spilling our blood when he fisted us in the face. He was diagnosed as mentally ill, and spent time in a hospital when I was 8 or 9 years old. I actually missed him when he was gone, but his problems didn't go away. It was shell shock from World War II and the Korean War, I'm pretty sure. We all paid a price for what he went through in a prisoner of war camp in WWII. His beatings were not those of a rational person, and they did not coincide with any recent wrongdoing, It was just being a little child being abused by a person who was acting out his hate transferred to his own children, and it made me angry, too, for most of my life. I was about 62 or 63 when I finally forgave him. He had a good side too, its' just that children only remember bad stuff, for which they overcompensate by living carefully and never hurting anybody else on purpose. I'm grateful God was patient with me for asking him to help me respect my parents. I'm no longer worried because I feel God helped me to forgive him because I asked him to. And I've had a joyful life ever since for the most part. I hope you come to peace with your mother's terrible bout with mental problems. Prayers up for healing to your heart, which is definitely broken with disappointment and bad memories that stemmed from the way she solved her problems by checking out. I am praying that you will overcome the anger and pain and will live to feel the letting go of hostilities and place love in its place, which will bring you a lot of relief. You can do that. I know you can.