I grew up with my loving grandmother.

My grandmother was the most loving parent I ever had growing up. She Didi loved me even when my mom hardly come back home. But she was not my mother I was still longing for my mother's love. The absence of my mom's love in my life as a child had created a deep sadness in me the wound that was never easy to heal. That manifested in my adult age as bipolar depression. I have struggled for a very long time with a mother's wound. How she used to avoid me the anger she had towards me is still the question unanswered wondering what could have transpired between my parent that made my mom resented me so much.