Venting..

I don't think I've ever had a restful night's sleep in my entire life. Now that I know it's due to trauma on my brain and fibro, it all makes sense as to why my Mom used to give me Ambien and wine coolers growing up.

Not exactly a great thing to give your kid, but she didn't really care.

There's a lot I'm unpacking, what little I can remember without brain fog clouding things. It sucks, I wish my mind didn't do this.

...and now that I don't speak with either of my sister's or my Mom, I can't ask questions about my childhood. Not that I'd want to dredge up old memories. But it'd be great to have a history of my families physical and mental health so I could figure things out.

I feel like it's all some broken puzzle and I don't have the right pieces to put the picture together.