Yeah, the title sums it up shortly.
Yesterday, at about 7pm Easter US time, my mom pulled in the driveway with groceries. We (me, my bro Bryan, step bro JC, and step bro Billy) helped bring them inside, before asking to take the car to run up to 7-11 for sodas. Mom agreed, so we all hopped in, and went up to get sodas. We got stuck in the snow coming back though, so we took a little longer then I anticipated. When I went back to return my mom's keys, I found her in her room crying...my grandma (her mom) called her phone, so I answered it (on speaker...I have no idea how to work the verizon voyager, if I remember the model name right) and found out she had tried to kill herself, and that the EMTs, my Uncle Erik, and Aunt Terry were on their way.

I ended up going with my Aunt Mary to visit her in the hospital, at about 8...I had a leftover breakfast sammich before hand, as I hadn't eaten all day...and grabbed an overnight bag just in case. I didn't finally get to go back to see her 'till after 10pm. They kept her overnight, and this morning I found out she's been sent to Shepherd Pratt Mental Hospital, and is going to be kept there a few days.

I guess the stress from losing our house (its in progress, prolly gonna be foreclosed on), of me being unable to find a job/having no idea about where I'm gonna go to school, of the 18+inches of snow we just got on the ground (and the 12+ inches MORE we're supposed to get between today and tomorrow), of the marriage issues going on between her and Mr. Bill (my step dad), her job, and just the general stress of daily life all finally were too much for her to handle...

...add to that the stress now all falling on me, being the oldest in my family (kid-wise) and the fact my boyfriend (he prefers to be called "girlfriend" though) doesn't feel the same way about me as I do him, and one can probably piece together my life at this time. I have no gas in my truck, and no money to get any, either.

All in all...life sucks. I don't want to, but I also know if I didn't have my online friends, my other friends, and those I talk to every day to rely on, I'd be the next one on my way to the rubber room...

Perhaps, if I find the time and the words, this might become a story of some kind...?
Feel free to comment, especially about the possibility of the story.

Peace!
~Hiken "Omen" Kiyoshi, Firepup~