I’m currently dealing with a difficult conflict with my mother, and I want to explain why. When I was 13, I had early symptoms of MS. They were noticeable, but they were missed. At that age, I didn’t insist on medical exams because I felt sorry for her and for her financial situation. And her priority was always my grandmother — never her own children. Because of that, my early MS signs were overlooked. Now, years later, I finally started believing in myself. I wrote a novella — 31 chapters are already finished — and for the first time in a long time, I felt proud of something I created. Writing became a place where I could breathe, cope, and feel like I still had something of my own. I shared this with my mother, hoping for support. She didn’t read a single page, but immediately said that I “can’t write at a professional level” and that “the chat is flattering me.” It hurt deeply, not because of the criticism itself, but because it felt like she dismissed the one thing that has helped me stay afloat. Writing was my safe place, and now I’m scared to continue — scared that maybe I’m worthless, maybe I’m talentless, maybe I shouldn’t even try. I’m not looking for drama. I’m trying to explain why I’m keeping my distance and why this situation affects me so much. It’s hard to rebuild trust when it was broken at such an important moment in my life I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. But there’s no one who I can speak to.