Day7-Mother's Voice Echoing in Dreams

One night, I had a strange dream. My mother was calling for help from afar. With tears streaming down her face, she cried, "I don't know where I am." The sight of her tugged painfully at my heart. When I awoke, I wondered, what if that were me?

I have bipolar disorder, wandering through delusions and often finding myself in unexpected places. The mother in my dream seemed like a future version of myself. She is truly my mirror.

Reflecting on the past, I recall how I wanted to escape my family after causing a fire at the age of six and struggling with my late father's alcoholism. I began living alone when I entered university. Yet, it was my mother who tirelessly supported such a father. Thinking of her hardships and compassion pains me.

Now, I've decided to live with my mother. Living together feels like one of my reasons for being. The time we share offers me a chance to reflect on myself. Like mirrors reflecting each other, I want us to support one another as we journey through life ahead.