When I was 9, I lost my mum. She was on perscribed drugs from the doctor. She had tamazipam, anti depressants and high strength painkillers. One night, she took a massive dose of all 3, and lapsed into a coma that she'd never wake from. I found her in the morning, she just looked like she was asleep. She had written on my mirror in lipstick something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I cant take the pain anymore. I love you" Me being young, I diddnt understand. So I wrote her a letter asking what it meant and if she was coming back. I also tried to get her to drink orange juice through a straw because she always said orange jhuice makes you feel better. After a while I called my grand dad, and he rushed down, he knew what had happened and the ambulance was there really quickly. I remember watching her being stretchered out and there was blood where they'd put the tap and the needles. They couldnt save her, so they had to let her die. It was hard........but I cant really remember it. When I turned 16 I started to hate her for leaving us, she left my dad with debt and pain, and she left me without a mother. But recently...........I came to realise that I couldn;t remember the sound of her voice, I dont know anything about who she was........and then I couldn't hate her. I cry about her now, every march, thats when she died. I'm 21 now, but it's still hard.