Today, I was put in a position by which I didn’t think I’ll ever be put in: choosing between my sister’s mental health or standing with my mom by stating my sister is making everything up. My mum made me choose indirectly stating if I don’t think like she does, then I’m standing on a very different lane than the one she is standing on. Mum, you have more than one broken child, we were just able to hide it too well for you not to see; one wasn’t able to. I can never tell her the reasons of why we are broken and will remain broken if we don’t get proper help. I love her, but I chose to stand on the other side. I cannot watch my sister crumble because of her crippling anxiety and fail in life because I decided to stand with my mother and say it’s ‘all in her head and a part of her imagination’. I would like to say I’m sorry mum, but I know that in the future we all won’t regret it, and that she will stand by my choice after the improvement she’ll witness. I love you mum, but I’m not sorry mum, and I never will be.